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Dec 2020
Embrace betrayal tastes stale
Got my face in the mail
Want to find me follow the trials
Follow behind my shadows trail
I live on the hill beside the pale

If the sky flashes deep then leave
Or its lashes with tears, fallen leaves
If ground quakes grey in its ways
Then stay for I have nothing to say
This is the last line anyways
Bard
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Bard  25/M/Anchorage, Alaska
(25/M/Anchorage, Alaska)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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