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Aug 2019
I've no living sentimental cues
beyond jewels are finer areas
higher and just
and ive just become
another  
one of you

Ice memories burn like hell
and hell is frozen over
my mind with inspiration is so hard to find
always
when you're constantly falling inline

Lets drive tonight
to the moon
The roof the fiddler played on
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The roof the fiddler played on  28/M/Minnesota
(28/M/Minnesota)   
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   Aladdin Aures H
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