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Fumes fill the air, The aerosol leaps from it's binding, Swirling through the empty space, Looking for a surface to cling too, Letters vomited onto brick, My name hidden in the shades, To never be forgotten, Is all I fear.
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
Montana
Fumes fill the air, The aerosol leaps from it's binding, Swirling through the empty space, Looking for a surface to cling too, Letters vomited onto brick, My name hidden in the shades, To never be forgotten, Is all I fear.
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 6:31 PM UTC
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