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Feb 2015
If it takes what time I have
Left, to kiss every scar, hop-
ing only, to make them bet-
ter, let me do that in a
sunny place where rays
of heat that wash over
you, fall

From the heaven's
that, you too, fell from.
Ottar
Written by
Ottar  where you will find me
(where you will find me)   
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