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Nov 2015
The sun shows your
beauty.
The moon hides my
face.
Thankfully, because I
commit
unlawful acts.

I leave the church
to you.
Give me the bars,
pass me the joint.

Call me,
when your sad.
And I will
cheer you up.

It seems I’m only good
for that.
Laughs and giggles.
Tom Fiddle
Written by
Tom Fiddle  26/M
(26/M)   
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