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Aug 2017
Were tied together
By a thin string

I came back
You turned your back

Wrap your blanket around me

Bring me breakfast please

Let's go
To the city
208 miles away

Where i left my friends
And head

Doesn't anyone smell it
My rotten dying heart
It's coming apart

Take your arms off me

Turn off the music

Listen to the faint beat

Don't you see

My eyes
Don't shine like they once did

Let us go
To the place where
I opened
My soul

And put it back where it belongs
eileen
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eileen
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