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Nov 2021
Empty holes in my thoughts
I thought to lose my soul
I am the bard I am the fool
Don't go too far that's the rule
that's the rule that's the rule

The world is a tool that's rusted brown
Once was cool that glistened an glown
A fool who hastened to the ground
Mortal wounds my laughter found
I am an actor and a clown

The passion burned hot now it burns not
From the throat came every broken note
I rely on the rope never once on hope
One will hold you afloat
The other holds until you choke
Bard
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Bard  25/M/Anchorage, Alaska
(25/M/Anchorage, Alaska)   
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