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Oct 2012
Kicked out of Rehab
They won’t let me go,
Oh I don’t know about this place
No more games-says doctor Wise
And all the like-you are alone.
Oh like a moan
You’re grown then your old
Just in yesterday,
But I say “Hey!” look to the sun
Where light always shines and
The moon she goes again
Full then shallow,
Small then like a shadow
A phantom in the day
Oh just like a rose petal in May,
Nothing about the clock looks the same.
wandabitch
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wandabitch  Promethea
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