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May 2021
Saltwater fills the tills and the tide won't let me breath
Insects chase my dread roaches burning in my sheets
Whiskey neat to help me drown underneath
How'd I still get burnt standing in the sea
Bard
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Bard  25/M/Anchorage, Alaska
(25/M/Anchorage, Alaska)   
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