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Nov 2014
Reality is fabricated, life is what we make it, all mortal men will reach their end that pleasure can't be taken, with opened eyes nolonger blind my soul shall now awaken, like rising tides from moonlit nights I know you're bound to hurt me, All shadows hide in morning light the night again deserts me.
Tychicus Paulk
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Tychicus Paulk  Idaho
(Idaho)   
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