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Sep 2014
Deep roots neither here nor there
Over-watered and scared
i Feel ill prepared
tended not toΒ Β care
peaches or pears.

Never finding my place and bound to wash away
Wandering until I find a place
unknown
A place I can call home
A place where there will be no one I used to know
So I can grow old and alone
Burn my body to ashes and smoke
There ill find hope
death will be glorious
rob
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rob  chicago
(chicago)   
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