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May 2019
no flesh, no bone
no spine holding up a cause
my name pronounced in passive tense
in the voice of a ghost
nobody to claim my gold
it's all turned to dust
and as i drift further from home
all gone with a gust
Written by
   Jules, Fawn, Jim Musics and BLT
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