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Jul 2017
No way she saw that coming,
Saturn come-a-smashing
Into that little already fragile
Piece
Of ...
HER.
AND sweetly she etched
His story
While he slowly
Let happiness
Slip
Β Β Through
His fingers.
His excuse could easily be hers.
Written by
The Key
181
   Lior Gavra
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