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May 2016
Moment pass,
but the memories stay,
So even when the sting is gone,
the words will always stay.
In my head I hear them,
the voices as clear as day.
I listen closely, as they replay.
Cause all the lies,
that lay in the truth,
will make it to the surface; one day.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
(NYC)   
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     --- and biche in the woods
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