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Jun 2013
candles glowing in my room
cheap liquor, smell of perfume
forget-me-nots one of a kind
this is a dream, I'm losing my mind

everything is just an opinion
its all blood stained freedom
people think they know
in reality, everything is faux
Archetypes Anonymous
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   Ian Cairns
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