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May 2014
Every night
I go to bed
And look into the dim air
And wonder
If the difference
I could've made
Was made;
Sculpted to it's perfect structure.
Riptide
Written by
Riptide  M
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     Arcassin B, ---, Riptide and Wanderer
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