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Sep 2019
The sweet burn that erases the pain,
The same sweet burn that takes your image away
Might just be the sweet burn that will **** the pain for good.

So I no longer have to hide behind my hood,
No longer punching my bare knuckles against the wood.

Because when we thought we found heaven;
I knew at the bottom of heaven was only hell.
Now this sweet burn is causing my liver to swell.
Thanks to this sweet burn I might finally ring the bell.
Written by
S B Yerns
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   Bogdan Dragos
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