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Nov 2014
Thought often left a trace,
left remarks across my face.
Absent minded  occupying space.
Miles to long to erase.
Regrets only safe face
Other wise they have no place.
Your actions surface on purpose
Follow your instinct,
What your friends think
Is worthless.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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