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Mar 2014
Tell me your misery, please tell me your sorrow.
So today can find solace in tomorrow.

Speak of your sins, please let them soar.
Birds spread their wings, when the conditions are poor.

Gargle rinse and repeat
Kick it on the concrete
or
Shackle both its feet

Im a fan of fanning fires a flame.
Black
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