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Jan 2019
The devil drove a BMW,
He sung to the radio,
He would smile and talk with you
But his heart, stiff, felt none.
He’s soul was dead
Only tears he shed,
So I sold him mine,
Yet nothing, except two dead souls

His and mine.
Ameliah Rene Henry
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Ameliah Rene Henry  17/F/Underground
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