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Sep 2019
built of tarmac road and
lizard king his song was
the end of summer,
the last summer where
the light had to leave but
somehow he left us fused to
it, intoxicated, blown
forever into our
subconscious minds
where it sunk like the
anchor of a ship.
beth fwoah dream
Written by
beth fwoah dream  England
(England)   
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         Sk Abdul Aziz, Carlo C Gomez, Fawn, ---, S Olson and 2 others
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