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Poem by songwriter Darrell Herbert the Artivist

Fading Faithful

I doubt faith will ever die
Not as long as I can keep getting high
Weed stains reply, why?
As if my weed angel dust could fly
I mean, I'm fading, like the stormy red skies
Or, debuting on whether I should be alive
I requested Emilia to sigh
Hi, hello, greetings
I am
Goodbye



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