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Feb 2014
Nothing ever grows
If I was a flower, you were my table
A vase crafted as a fable'
Who was the sun above
The roots, they run parallel
Who do you love?
Outside the water sings a spell
Who killed our love?
Lead the red carpet to the Ocean
Who do you breath now,
But my very name
Behind the ocular rise
Adam Mott
Written by
Adam Mott  Bright Falls
(Bright Falls)   
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