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Jun 2014
if all these intricacies are to be lost
then let someone celebrate

it won't be me

i have given everythingΒ Β for a lack of return on investment

someone used to watch me sleep

but i slept too much

and now.....

the gold, time and investment...
all for naught

when the time comes,
we'll see how things even out

but for now,
just static and white noise.
James Nigh
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James Nigh  where air is never clean
(where air is never clean)   
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