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Oct 2016
Your heart is my playground
Your body, my mission
A sinister touch,
I've marked my position
This child of night,
I am your musician
I'll play you a song
Of my own volition

Love is not love
For if you are near
Happy men
Riddled with fear
Your mind is sharp,
Your hair a mess
Please give us his heart
As it beats in your chest
TT
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TT  CLE
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