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Sep 15
Amidst all grey, the moon peeks through
Shining a pale light, a wind fairly blue
A cigarette lit, my mind racing through
Looking for a place for my head in this world so untrue
Consumed in this darkness, the pale light is you
Saviour of mine, you are the truth
Written by
Aawatef  23/M/Bangladesh
(23/M/Bangladesh)   
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   Darrell Landstrom
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