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Aug 2014
They call me a fiend all I do is dream in the dark
Looking around, nothing to see..where do I start?
A path is it's darkest without a sense of direction
Even more so without proper affection
Life ain't about the golden arches so you don't gotta love it
One day you'll walk in the planes high in the sky above it
Inside and out in me there's nothing to see
Penetrate my soul with a feeling of glee
Could it be, too far in the dark for we to see
Pardon me, but could this be my dark fantasy
No wait, too much on my plate, it's time to share my leftovers
We're in this mess till it's far from over, push over
Make some room, we might as well be good as dead
But with you by my side clarity is the light inside my head
Jorge L Echevarria
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Jorge L Echevarria  30/M/NC
(30/M/NC)   
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