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Jun 2021
I’m not alone but no ones home
Free to go but not to roam
No fresh air to breathe
No room to cope
Slow choke
Short rope
My fire scorches everything but the bones
Burnt clothes
I just pose and change the tone
Truths superimposed
Written by
Tyler Jones
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