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Jan 2016
It
I'm here again
The trepidation is almost painful
Warm seas
Black veil
I'm not sure what I see
Or  if I want to to be
Why should now be any different
The smell is  unmistakeable
The sound undeniable
It's getting closer
There's nowhere to hide
If there was... Would I?
It would find me
Written by
Laureen Ignarro
286
     Lior Gavra and Samuel Hesed
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