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We Our as simple as Adding An Subtracting, I add. An you Subtract. In some ways more than other’s we make more sense then not. We Define an Defeat The Odd’s.
Saturday 14th July 2018 8:10 pm
Dying Flame ?
We Started Out Burning Bright, But Like A Moth To An Open Flame We slowly Fizzled Out.For The Life Of Me I Can’t Fathom Why? This Feeling is Profoundly Familiar, it’s Crippling an Cradling All At The Same Time.
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