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Apr 2012
He wakes me up,
With a kiss so cold,
It makes me jump,
His mind is bold.

We play these games,
No fun they are.
Me he blames,
It's gone too far.

The world spins,
We're gonna die.
He who grins,
Will not fly.

The heavens above,
Won't let us in.
We see a dove,
And fake a sin.

The world we leave,
We leave behind,
Nothing to grieve,
New life to find.
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Lily Mayfield
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