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May 2020
I don't have any dreams
I want to live in a dream


Cant make my own anymore
Take from others hollow at the core


The drugs burned with joy in the rain
Ashes washed away and I remain


I haven't felt the same
Since I felt that rain
Bard
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Bard  27/M/Anchorage, Alaska
(27/M/Anchorage, Alaska)   
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