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Mar 2010
Run away from love
like the midnight haze
of the sun.

Into the lieing truth
we lived...
calling it love.

Dance naked with me
like a falling star for
all to see.

Now,
drink...and drink...
make me your drug...

Then goodnight,
away from love.
Disarme
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Disarme
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   Katrina Kovach
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