Flyweight
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IP:
clutchin only my on belongings, i sit at a gaze/
watchin, at armegeddon, knowing that soon this day..
.. was coming, planes ascent, and dust & smoke seattle/
too long i've meddled, and now is time to pay da debt
my life in ex-change for for another birth to conjure/
this is only a pattern, death it self is the cure
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