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Jul 2018
I go to this place
I know of her face
And the one that she wears
A rouge soul in a place unnoticed
Her name echoes thru my dreams
In my head I see her smile
With my own eyes I see her cry
Day after day she wears that face
That face that makes you think that things are fine. You wear yours and I will wear mine.
I think of her more often then not.
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   Fawn and Molly
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