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Sep 2014
Her words so poignant lips colouring my world purple,
I stagger over the edge of the abyss as I crumble ,
Stumbling across our broken bliss,
Feeling the mist of what used to be happiness,
as I free-fall in into the darkness of my lonesome
My heart has no brakes
Anecandu
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Anecandu  M/Jamaica
(M/Jamaica)   
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   Haydn Swan
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