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Sep 2015
bank your heart
we are playing dead
spread out life
before you stray

oh dear trust,
inside my head..
calm this maze,
inside my cup..

my city is lighting,
with candles of gloss..
attention is howling,
the corridor's song..
sainche micano
Written by
sainche micano  alone
(alone)   
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   GaryFairy
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