ah, by Michael John

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ah,

ah, the void she sighs,
every moment dying,
(why i drank..)

the second hand coagulating
keep it brief,*******..
the blue sky laughing..

Written by

Michael John 62/M/SPAIN

(62/M/SPAIN)

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