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Jan 2019
Cry me a river
And let our blood rust
Slow staining our lust
Pale and dry up north
Our last tears seeking
If it is worth
Though our oxide died
As our rain dried..
Written by
PatrickHertveld  46/M/Belgium
(46/M/Belgium)   
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