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Dec 2013
"Outside fat snowflakes are falling on slanted roofs"
an end of early times whiskey,
with a name that is too perfect,
is at its last shot,
my last cigarette in hand,
I take my time to enjoy both.
The sun is rising.
Not much of a pros guy, but lets see how it works :)
The Masked Sleepyz
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The Masked Sleepyz  Honolulu, HI
(Honolulu, HI)   
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