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Sep 2015
He stays the night,
Forgets to go home.
His parents are worried sick,
But at least they're alone.

He kisses her forehead,
He kisses her cheek.
She smiles, she's nervous,
Her legs are all weak.

He touches her face,
It feels like her soul.
And she knows that;
**Without him, she'll never be whole.
But she died before she could be complete.
Lost
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Lost  Hell, Norway
(Hell, Norway)   
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   Sisilia and Neex
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