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Mar 2019
I can hear her calling
That of her destiny.

She comforts me in my slumber so deep.

She loves me she hates me.
But for me she don't care?
I can hear her calling me begging that I let go.

I need her here but for me can't show.
I'm going back to dreaming because I can't let go.


Dsmith
Written by
daryll smith  milton keynes
(milton keynes)   
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   Fawn
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