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Apr 2015
let go and i will be your muse
imprison, and i wont refuse.
hold tight to save me,
keep me warm;
what's day,
when night is dense and strong.
what's water, when wine hits your head?
what's life to you, if you're already dead
Ryan Nyberg
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Ryan Nyberg
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