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Jul 2020
I'm in a bad way
Like a glass without any water in it
Hot headed
And these bridges look ripe for burning
Got a bundle of sticks
Couple knives in my back
Tiny light of a cigarette
Ember lit up in the palm of my hand
I want to see this at the bottom of the river
Somewhere between Vega and Altair
Chandin
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Chandin  Las Vegas
(Las Vegas)   
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