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Feb 2016
Limp
Our bodies lie in the tarnished heaps of childhood
We just couldn't bring ourselves to leave
Decaying corpses just trying to understand
Why do we need to leave
I can't stand the cold
But you can
So please, just leave
If you stay here any longer you might melt into the earth
I can't let you become like me
Limp
Luna Craft
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