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Feb 2016
Late at night when I need to calm my soul,
You are what my mind drifts to.
But, I worry that like a song played too many times on the radio,
you too, will lose your magic
and once again I will be left defenseless against my own thoughts.
Written by
HollowStrength  Washington, DC
(Washington, DC)   
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