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written by: huntersjames

@huntersjames

 

Life is glorious
You can’t forget about me
Life is wretchedness.

Age grants flowers bloom
Until they're dead on your grave
Making peace with you

Dreaming of puzzles,
How did we get here really?
All our heart tattoos.

huntersjames

huntersjames

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done a lot of things,
some more worthwhile than others,
now I'm doin this
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