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The day wrestled with her long night She gazed as they dove into the plight A screamed out plea like every day She just did not know another way At last it had become all too much She needed a renewal, a revival as such So she shut her eyes and she filled her head With things unseen and words unsaid She tucked herself right into bed And she let the trance …con…..s…ume her.
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Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 8:09 PM UTC
Consume
The day wrestled with her long night She gazed as they dove into the plight A screamed out plea like every day She just did not know another way At last it had become all too much She needed a renewal, a revival as such So she shut her eyes and she filled her head With things unseen and words unsaid She tucked herself right into bed And she let the trance …con…..s…ume her.
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Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 8:09 PM UTC
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