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May 2014
Through my third eye
I know I am of the constellations
That burst
As the heavenly father dusted us
To existence
So here I standΒ 
For nothing
A sin
With two broken feet
And I swear I'd give anything
To give my life to another
If only I hadn't known about
The temptations awaiting
In a tree
So with every ounce of my spirit
would I never curse my worse enemy with my disease
4am delusions
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