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Jan 2017
Wicked witch of the west
How dare you put me to the test
The snow burns the ground
And everything around
Oh, what a beautiful mess.

I was told to keep my nose clean
But I'm sniffing life away
The witch came to me
With an offering
What a cruel game to play.
not a substitute for sleep
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not a substitute for sleep  33/F/mt juliet, tn
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