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Aug 2016
Roses are red, violets are blue,
They say it's addicting now I know that it's trueΒ Β 
But the roses are wilting the flowers are deadΒ Β 
My hands are shaking and my hips are lined red
Sophia The Local Dreamer
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Sophia The Local Dreamer  In My Own World
(In My Own World)   
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     Death by Daydream and AD
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