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Feb 2017
It's but a lonely place, in this heart.
No matter how clean things are kept,
It constantly feels it's all falling apart;
And to clean up this mess, I don't know where to start.
Elemenohp
Written by
Elemenohp  Calgary
(Calgary)   
422
   ---, Johnny Scarlotti and Timothy
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