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May 2016
leave me

Look at the way I've been brought up,
Processions sounding like song I've never wrote.
Horrid horrid
"How could you let her die?"

I swear it wasn't me.
All I've ever wanted-
watch the sun sleeping under the moon

Now that you're free to observe
Tell me about the noises in the dark
Stutter at my doorstep
As you try to convice me that this God of yours didn't take my little Rosie without a purpose.
Give me the reason why he took her
And why everyone blames me.

Hear me in some fashion,
Something fashionable,
I'm not pretidctable.

It's early tonight
I've been drinking all the words out my mouth.
But that wolf tooke the salt from the breeze


Hit the ground running
Los Angeles
I never fell so soon.


Find another naΓ―ve arm to twist.
The gate has cracked.
The Dragon Prince
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The Dragon Prince  Australia
(Australia)   
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