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Apr 2021
there is no room
on the moon
when you're floundering
in doom.

there is no reason
for the season
to stay
for your treason.

there is no way
I'd deny
I'm in love
when you cry.
i hate that you hurt though dear
Grace
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Grace  F/Voie Des Papillons
(F/Voie Des Papillons)   
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