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Apr 2020
Say I'm unambitious but I just wanna be rich
Wanna feel something before I'm left in a ditch
A pure love nestled in my heart but life's a *****
So long since I was able to feel a tender touch

My stony heart lacks the sense of feeling
Barely call its beating a state of being
Clay in the shape of a man pretending
That what it does is really living
Bard
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Bard  25/M/Anchorage, Alaska
(25/M/Anchorage, Alaska)   
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