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The roof the fiddler played on
Poems
Aug 2019
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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
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The roof the fiddler played on
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