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Apr 2020
when you throw your spears
they lodge themselves in the steel poles
and cry and shout and cry

but now you've shed your tears
there's no doors for you to close
don't shout don't knock don't die
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Isaac  M/an impossible future
(M/an impossible future)   
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   Fawn
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