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Nov 2016
i'm sorry, but i'm not longer sure
i thought i was the sickness, you the cure

if you've ever had a doubt
kiss me hard upon the mouth

our love's like fire
we reach, but heaven's always higher

don't treat me like i'm the one to blame
when you're the one that's changed

(a battered frame supports a battered mind
walking away towards the true love she yet hopes to find)
Anthem
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