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Nov 2010
As i sit  a pawn this chair i think about the open air
It moves and changes temperature as we do
But in the case in what i am in it does not give life
It just makes my cold and black with jagged edges
My life as a Bass Guitar is long and strong on stage then back in the case where the memories of the last show sit in my head until the next time that  am taken out of that coffin
To breath once more and to have life for a short amount of time .

B.C. Rich Warlock
Written by
Dylan Berthiaume
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