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Jul 2020
He was so young and so doomed.
A boy.
Only 16.
He’d slay his angels and slow dance with his demons,
But he loved with all of his shattered heart,
And that?
Well that was what made him mine.
Ephemeral Oblivion
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Ephemeral Oblivion  20/F/Lost in Nowhere
(20/F/Lost in Nowhere)   
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     J-J Johnson and vienna bombardieri
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