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May 2015
I held her close
her lips touched my neck
bite marks are left
but I felt something slipping away
but what I then didn't know
It wasn't her hand that slipped away
it was my beat
that was slowly fading
as I fell
in darkness
alone

*slipping away...
One angel canΒ Β **** your spirit
They aren't all as sweet as sugar
Some are like a poisionous apple
Birdy To Be Free
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Birdy To Be Free  Netherlands
(Netherlands)   
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