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Jun 2014
So frightfully dead

Not the rest in sunken bed

I'm in the place I call my head

A space beyond the wakening dread

As if there was some chance of life

I am now truly walking dead
Maybe when the war gets local, ill have more rimes for you blimey yocals
John B
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John B  28/M/Within The Omniverse
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