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Of splintered miles     and distant plumes       of prayers left idle         down mossy smith       To look back on the lies of my kin... A defiled fender and dissonance a street light flickers down mossy smith The masquerade
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 3:25 PM UTC
The Masquerade
Of splintered miles     and distant plumes       of prayers left idle         down mossy smith       To look back on the lies of my kin... A defiled fender and dissonance a street light flickers down mossy smith The masquerade
Mossy smith is a road I used to live off of and its a rite of passage I never took when running away from home
matt-sol
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 3:25 PM UTC
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