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Aug 2014
Lost in a quiet moment
I lay there with darkness
All around me
Ana's grip is just too strong
I cant seem to make
Her strong grip disappear
She seeps through my veins
Like poisin
Sooner or later
She will send me to my grave
Written by
Murphy Lynne  Kansas
(Kansas)   
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