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Jul 2014
And you think I know what to do? You think I know exactly what this all means? This is just imperfection held in the arms of who hurt one another. This is all just contemplation in the minds of those who love each other. I am no king. Just open your eyes child I am no king of the scene that is changing.
Written by
Brendan Michael Allison  Joplin
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