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Apr 2017
collapsing in on myself like a dying star
in the middle of the floor of some bar
on an idle Tuesday

I've already lost the keys to my car
and I've got a burn on my arm from a cigar
it feels like doomsday

don't know where love or life are
I just know I've seen them from afar
maybe they'll visit in May
Written by
Sam  new zealand
(new zealand)   
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     Lior Gavra, --- and Keith Wilson
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