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Wrote a Symphony
I dreamed i wrote a poem with words wisdom and notes of beauty
Somthing so sound it could of woke sleeping beauty the queen of the east
Joined hands with the demon of the west when i write it's not to write at you i got a pen and paper how could i attack you
What cause words hurt
I mean they tickle a little but action is what makes a mistake
You wanted something calling you out i...
Sunday 27th November 2016 6:52 am
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