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Jun 2019
Sweet little lily,
She asked me for my name.
Then once she kissed me,
I had never felt the same.

All these kisses are now poison,
Burning scars onto my cheek.
When my lily she did leave me,
I drowned down by Silas creek.
CL Fjell
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CL Fjell  23/M/Litlesotra
(23/M/Litlesotra)   
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