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Apr 2014
I woke up with a nose bleed
I dreamt of you
A flashback to that summer night we broke into that abandoned warehouse.
A painting of paradise is what I left on the walls so that all who enter this place can see what making love to you feels like
Coincidentally the train that I'm on wanders by said location but instead of that old building it was just flat land
Does this mean your soul is any less gorgeous
Was everything that we've done together a waste
All that we built in vain
Robert Peck
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Robert Peck  Stratford , USA
(Stratford , USA)   
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   bekka walker
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