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Feb 2015
it's all bleak
I can't see a thing
I'll stick my hands out to feel my way
it's you
I can feel you
lips
eyes
hair
nose
your skin is velvet
you smell like home.

please get out of my way
can't you see I'm trying to find my way
out of the dark
out of the mess we made
you're in the way
in the way of my life
my happiness
my everything
Louise Smith
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Louise Smith  England
(England)   
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