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The image of your face, Still keeps me awake Thinking you may call... Call me your doll. The image of you fades With every passing day What once was my all, Now a stone wall.
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Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
Stone Wall.
The image of your face, Still keeps me awake Thinking you may call... Call me your doll. The image of you fades With every passing day What once was my all, Now a stone wall.
LRaeLee
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Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
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