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Jan 2022
**** I think this might be the end
Do you want it, do you need a hand
Applause ****** and roar across the land

Take the hand and bite chew it up and ask do I spit or do I swallow
Lost in sound all night threw it up in a mask taste the spit and bile

Hey stop whats that sound look whats goin round
its ashes to ashes and I keep falling down

The abyss screams at me and I scream silently
No seams left to bust everyone watches intently

Will he stay or will he go
The thread frays when will he die
Its okay no one will know
Bard
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Bard  25/M/Anchorage, Alaska
(25/M/Anchorage, Alaska)   
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