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May 2017
Don't Run
Place your hands where my flame burns high
Captured by lies, but trust only me
I'll give you the comfort
You didn't know you'd need
If you feed my demons
They are hungry and looking to feast
Written by
theabstrusepoet  F/California
(F/California)   
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