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Aug 2016
The streets call out our names
It's time to run down and pour up the flames,
Unwanted sounds fades
as the atmosphere of us invades,
Call me a gangster
cause I want to take you down wrapped with my blazer.
We track the disaster of the century
with you in my arms I won't feel this misery.

This time, our love is divine
And tonight as we reach for the stars
Drag me out from reality.

With you my love,
Life is so much more than fantasy.
4 jgy
Gilly Sama
Written by
Gilly Sama  Camp Half-Blood
(Camp Half-Blood)   
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