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Apr 2014
I remember a day,
Same as any other.
Other than everything.
For that was the day,
The trees walked the boy.
Everyone thought he was dead.
They were foolish,
That wasn't a noose,
Simply a leash,
Except,
The boy controlled where he went.
Denver Elijah Bijlsma
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   ---, JP Mantler and Crumbled
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