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Oct 2015
I'm the problem in your sight, I'm the weakness in your knees,
I'm the chain horror in your glass and the poison in your tea.

the mystery within soul, the locked-away heart, the smoking gun,
that hides between your hands, the memories follow you into dark.
Written by
Luna Quinn
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