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Jun 2016
Close the windows,
Turn on the lights,
Hands on your head,
Bow to the night.

You know you can't hide,
Though you're shut away,
The dark won't be held,
By bricks and glass gates.

So give it up dear,
Let me in and drown,
Breathe in the black air,
Let the your lids down.
Parsavagely Kompenere
Written by
Parsavagely Kompenere  19/F/Yorkshire
(19/F/Yorkshire)   
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     Luisa C and Parsavagely Kompenere
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