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Nov 2015
My heart is a desolate castle
Upon a lonely, haunted hill
Its self grandeur misguided and facile
Empty yet infestation fills
rooms that beat in theory
but in abandonment seem still
Oh, my heart is a desolate castle
Haunted by its own free wil
Poppy Perry
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Poppy Perry
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