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Illuminated I'm going down These illustrated roads Limbed pain no gain without March breeze on goose skin Coming out for old time sake Feelers reaching into the skeleton Organs feed the bleeding hand Caught up in auras of isolation Religious Sunday's This is the working man Addiction for addictive change Replacing the untraced Falling back on blackland hills Iron creased Aerosol starched in Real time sneaking in Frenzied reality The fantasy The fight.....................
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Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC
BLACK LAND HILLS
Illuminated I'm going down These illustrated roads Limbed pain no gain without March breeze on goose skin Coming out for old time sake Feelers reaching into the skeleton Organs feed the bleeding hand Caught up in auras of isolation Religious Sunday's This is the working man Addiction for addictive change Replacing the untraced Falling back on blackland hills Iron creased Aerosol starched in Real time sneaking in Frenzied reality The fantasy The fight.....................
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34/M/San Antonio TX
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 10:35 PM UTC
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