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[01.20.20 at 12:29p] |
when i was seventeen i had wrists like steel and i felt complete, and now my body fades behind the brass charade and i'm obsolete. but if the chance remained to see those better days i'd cut the cannons down. my ears are blown to bits from all the rifle hits, but i still crave that sound. |
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