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Jun 2014
ire
my mind feels  like it's been set on fire
with the smoke of cigarettes that'll build an empire

i could paint you a palace of words you desire
and then back down,  weak and torn, i retire

i know sometimes i curse you with words of fire
but my love, we both know you're a ******* liar
Martin Illy
Written by
Martin Illy  singapore
(singapore)   
511
     ---, Theodore Roosevelt Ritual and Sea
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