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Dec 2013
Its academic in a way,
to recross what we say,
a dance for the time,
because at least I know you were mine,
a museum in my mind,
that I retreat to to avoid the line,
goodbye.
they aren't coming and neither am I,
so watch the end of a movie and try to sleep,
the hero loves to die.
Pouring oot through fingers on fire.
The Masked Sleepyz
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The Masked Sleepyz  Honolulu, HI
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