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Feb 2016
i'll hold it
somewhere
out of sight, out of reach
somewhere
at a place
inside of me
and i'll
let it die
untill its gone
untill its faded
untill i pour
another drink and drip
tears and ink
yovanny andres
Written by
yovanny andres  the netherlands
(the netherlands)   
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