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Jun 9
A killer spread his wings above my sky
Falcon from the top of the hill
Nested so close

I'm watching him soar
knowing
We are all prey

No one cares about the killers anymore
The silence is his gold
Speed in his blood

He keeps me doing what i want
Keeping my eye up in the sky
As he watches me
Penmann
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Penmann  35/M/Slovenia
(35/M/Slovenia)   
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