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Jun 2016
They lost themselves.

Buried within their own lies,
They lie awake at night
Dreaming of what it might be like
To relight, the candle
which once lit up their eyes.

They are alone,
With no one to hold.
Written by
Angel  Chicago
(Chicago)   
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   Michael L, Luisa C and Jamadhi Verse
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