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Writing to what is already broken is a lock with no key
I know what you have found in her
you couldn’t find it in me
i wait by a lonely ocean
oh how i sing to the sea
my unconditional love for you
that you could never see
Anaya c
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Anaya c
   Lyndsey and BR Dragos
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