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Jan 2016
This body of mine can't take it
For very much longer
My bones ache
Muscles are sore and worn
Bags under my eyes
I look tired
Well, I am
My heart grows weaker
Beating sporadically
Lost feeling in my hand now
Gripping dreams too tightly
Time to open my hand
Stretch the muscles
Relax and let go
Let my weary soul be free
Mystery Girl
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Mystery Girl
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