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May 2016
Mess with a gypsy soul,
Even a black hole won't be able to hide you.
Their magic will slowly rott away what's inside you..
No chance to ever be set free...
Your soul was sold the day that you chose to cross their way..
You boiled precious gypsy blood,
Activating, inhaling the slow toxic poison..
Something random to turn into something one day..
Faraway Eyes
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Faraway Eyes
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