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Sep 2013
I just want to escape, flee these street lights of a borrowed city I could never call "Home" and lose myself once more in the trap of searching. Fate leaning on mislead dreams could only hope to be more serene... Nevertheless be patient, I may let you dwell in my existence for a while longer. If only to feel content that much longer, haunted by the nightmare of my proverbs never being more than soliloquies.
Willie Bryant II
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Willie Bryant II  Missouri City, TX
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