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Jan 2017
Say no more words, just softly fall asleep
Rain will wash the blood away, you'll finally be porcelain
You'll finally be what you were born to be
Statues always live on in history, these blood stained dolls lost memories
Never to be named, a stone with no dog tags
Luna Craft
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Luna Craft
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   JR Falk, --- and Busbar Dancer
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