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Goddess Chronicles: Poetry Volume I
Sunday, April 6, 2014
Ghosts on the run
let's ride with our skulls
After jumping from planes,
and blah, blah, blah...
We hid in mountains
kept it in the vault,
ran from the cops (of course)
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Andrew Sohan George
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