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Dec 2018
In her own grey world
Full of lonely nights
She utters her cries
From a cold window
Bleeding black acid
From her eyelashes
That puddle in pane
Stained glass that river
Down along the road
To her Fathers house
A few afternoons
And every other
Weekend, so dam tough
Written by
Monika Layke  F/Autumn & 62nd
(F/Autumn & 62nd)   
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