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Jun 2013
In the naked frontier of past dissapointment I find myself teetering on the precipice of my future demise. Swollen bloodshot eyes heed the story of my emotional bodies thin disguise. Bloodied and battered, my mind is a war field. contemplative and scattered, I sink beneath these lead sheets. Gorgeous and comtempt, I am the egoic epitomy of my souls shallow content.
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Jordan
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