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Jun 2016
It's twisting me up, this dangerous dream but I miss the sound it makes.
The screams I heard when the day was long and the loneliness make me shake.
What I never thought would pass is flying over me, but what if I'm wrong and it's not meant to be, forever you and me.
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Written by
Ashton Bloom
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