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Apr 2018
Love,
you have no idea what can you save me from;
you were a gold, something beautiful, on a minefield
you were my sin, my virtue, my long lost breath i longed for
you were a pain, my wound, that distracted other wounds
and the day you left, my blood stopped dripping
but my tears started falling, apart.
drying my eyes, flooding my heart.
Nara S
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Nara S  Melancholy Hill
(Melancholy Hill)   
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   Johnny Scarlotti
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