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Pauline Morris Mar 2016
Like a flint rock
You where my spark
And illuminated the dark
But I was blinded by the light
When I got you in my sight
And I could not see
What you where doing to me
I was caught up in the glow
Your pretty word's that flow
So you burned me up
You were so corrupt
So now I am just ashes

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