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Apr 2020
These eyes have seen enough

You wait in a hall for your lunch
It's so so
The lights of Tokyo blind you
And your guts are cancer

Smoking in a balcony, I don't wanna slip,
The stars are history that we swear by
I used to be
A child full of
love
Jay earnest
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Jay earnest  30/M/Socal
(30/M/Socal)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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