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11/30/16


Been some time between us.

The thing that makes me lose all fucking control.

Swear, this ink is a damn drug.

A therapist.

A love.

A future.

An enemy.

A career.

All in one.

How could one strike it so damn lucky?

One fucking stone, and it feels like I’ve got this whole flock.

Stoned.

Captured.

Caged.

If they wanna sing, I’d love to hear the melodies they got.

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