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Dec 2017
You were my bushel kept my light from shining
You were my kryptonite kept me from flying
Yes puppeteer I'll do as you say, but I can finally smile when you look away.
Written by
Serinda Marie  25/F/A garbage town
(25/F/A garbage town)   
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   stΓ©phane noir
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