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Dec 2016
we think we love,
think we
stand upon
sturdy stuff,
think the rolling
seas don't come
for us,
we're young,
we're never
gonna grow
up, the tombstones
roll in hills the
world over,
but we kid ourselves
in our beds,
in our heads,
we curl back the
shift the covers,
shut our eyes,
ignore the cries.
Written by
katie  Liverpool
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