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Nov 2016
It's dark, it's dark, it's dark, it's light
Your shriveled heart gave up without a fight
But still that light shines inside your chest
I can't help but be obsessed
It's the light that draws me in
it's just the way it's always been
The light is what I'm thinking of
But I'd hate to think it's love.
2015
Astra Zenneth
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Astra Zenneth
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