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Oct 2019
I need to be kissed
under a dying sun
in some desolate place
with bramble and discord,
that pulls me into melancholy;

Then will comfort me
like religion should

        But doesn't --
Written by
Sona Lachina  F/Cleveland
(F/Cleveland)   
181
       ---, Carlo C Gomez, Jim Musics, Woody and ---
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