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Nov 2016
your melodic memories haunt
on perfectly pitched darkness
I see you through this blindness
won't you just let me be

bluish bruises you mark me
iron taste as I see your face
can't you let me run this chase
please dear, let me be
Aly
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Aly  Gender Fluid
(Gender Fluid)   
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   Doug Potter and Dana Colgan
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