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Dec 2013
Incense burn to get high
Over bathroom tiles
We Cough n Sigh
Wheeze from the smoke
We Moan n Fight
What hung on the walls of mine
Turned into piles
But a tapestry hung there too
So burn an incense on this
It matches that truth
Of a beautiful sun and moon
That hung on a cloth in the old room
Written by
Zac Walter
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