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Sep 2014
art doesn't live, cannot thrive without connect

you see me ill yet you're off, run somewhere far

what's really the intent?

I can't be stuck alone here and you on foreign soil

where you are adrift, when I need you

here's a cake for you, a small envelope, happy day to your heart.
you'd rather see me go mad than leave, you said.
alwaystrying
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