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Bliss is the most peace stored in the abyss . I go searching , checked the night clubs . Had the most intimacy in the pubs Drugs , pills , name it , we all popped Still no peace ,even when I go overseas Yet fleas thrive on the carcass of my ignorance ... Ye my sweet lady , Bliss ,.is the most Peace stored in the abyss of my mind . I should love mine . Love yours . Peace . 18:05:2018...

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