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Nov 2014
7 O'clock
This sorrow that's  inside
I try to take it's pride,
make it hide,
but it won't die.
Everything's a lie
Covered up in filthy flies.
Can't you find,
anyone one who'll make it die?
Written by
Antoinette Arnuld
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