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Nov 2013
How long have I been on this endless stroll?
I jumped head first and never left the rabbit's hole

It's so dark where I am, I don't know how to get back
Watching colors change and dance on walls, but it all fades to black

Ashes to ashes and smoke to smoke.
This can't be all that's left of me.

Burning bridges, blunts, and cash.
Break it all down, a fallen tree.
Teresa Smith
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Teresa Smith  Kent
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