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Apr 2019
Now as he mourns over the only man who would ever love him
He wipes his tears
With his hands now wet
He dips them to the ocean
He whispers, “As the water my bed and I tired, may I rest. Take me away. Let me be whole. Let me, let me.”
I wish to understand why he did what he did
But in the was all he ever knew
Love, oh love
It can ****
Call me Oliver
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Call me Oliver  M/Dream
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