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Jan 2018
Elvie my dark Lord
Magic is not real
We feel till can't feel
Or we numb what Is real
Burn my roses
Lick my ashes
Make myself disappear
Part of me feels like it isn't here
Time and space
We're drifting at bay
Though you cannot stay
Elvie my dark lord
Can't we play?
Cat
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Cat  20/F
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