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May 2017
Bleed me in the night
I feel tears remember the unborn place,

coming back to listen
on Sunrise Road

nothing but light
peaking cold stone

where your ghost
sneaks out of a window memory

your infinite face
caressing glass

in the most
Β Β brightest place

You can imagine.
Styles 12
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