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May 2014
smiles
reality
I sometimes fake.

sleep
death
always late.

hurt soul
her soul
he's pleased to take.

one of these
mornings
I won't awake.

if so...

my soul.
my soul.
please do take!

to heaven
to paradise
I hope to make.
Written by
ZL  F/Earth
(F/Earth)   
534
   Carrie Crusoe
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