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Nov 2018
IF BALLOTS FALL, TONIGHT MY LOVE
I’LL MAKE YOU SOAR PASS HEAVENS DOORS,
THROUGH DARK SPACE FLOORS
I BELIEVE MY NAKED HEART, NO SHAME IN HOLDING HANDS
I’M WITHIN THESE RAVING SOULS, THAT CRAVE FOR WICKED LOVE
IF BALLOTS FALL, TONIGHT MY LOVE
DON’T WAIT ON IDLE SOULS, THAT LURKS BY BROKEN DOORS
I’LL SEND YOU OFF, ON BLACK BLACK WINGS
TO MAKERS LAND, OH WHAT A WONDERFUL PLAN
MALHEUR UPON MALHEUR, EVERYTIME WE GO
IN NEED OF CONFIRMATION UPON THIS HATE
A CASKET FOR MY DYING FAITH
IF BALLOTS FALL TONIGHT MY LOVE
SHRED ALL PROOF OF MY WRINKLED LOVE
BEGIN ANEW, WITH A FRENZIED BLOOMED HEART
THROUGH LIFE’S GOLDEN FLAWS
Sillo Anderson
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Sillo Anderson  28/F/Guyana
(28/F/Guyana)   
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