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Feb 2015
She cried for happines
like wolf cried in moon
she prayed for good
but she only got the worst
as she walked the empty road
searching the way to boulevar of broken dreams
She took the last cigarette and dissapeard in the fog of her lonely day
Written by
Naomi  Atlanta
(Atlanta)   
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