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Nov 2011
lets get out
of here,
come on,
I tell you,
put your silver
on the nightstand,
put your pain
in my tortured hands,
look up,
watch the ravens
play tag with my soul,
give me your heart?
no!
no!
keep your heart,
for I possess,
your silver and pain,
its all I need?
Rocky Loder
Written by
Rocky Loder
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     Pameeelalala, victoria and Rocky Loder
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