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Jun 2014
There was love all around, until I was
taken from the ground.

Now you look up at the stars every
night, just hoping that
everything will be alright.

I see the coldness
of the metal against your skin.

But I can't stop it now when you're
already inside my head.
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   Rhiannon Grace
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