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Jul 2020
Beneath my hard edges.
Beneath my torn, battered heart.
Beneath my sunbathed fleshΒ 
and these worn bones

Please believe,Β 
that somewhere in me,
there is a love song
and it is the kind you listen to
while driving back home
Barker
Written by
Barker  M/Ottawa
(M/Ottawa)   
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     Samantha, kyss, MAKATALATA and Imran Islam
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