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Saturday, August 1, 2015

barely thinking

might as well write tho

wrenchs spin in the back

its like theres always something to be worked on


mystery sourounds my aura confounding me

I think demons are hounding me

not in any negative sense...they just wanna chill withour boundaries

life is quite astounding

miracles witless without browsing

just stumbling apart

an open heart

stars chart my path

as planets illumanates my sky

everyonce ina blue moon

you can walk a whole night

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