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Nov 2020
Saddnes snaring, Call at the sun if he's awake.
He's staring down, just not at you and your pity clouds.
Cry alone.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
(30/M/lancashire)   
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   andTilly and Martin Bond
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