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Walk Away
How cold can you be
Shut a door with no handle on my side
Shut me out like i just couldnt produce
Got me all me shaken like i seen my worse fear
But it is not on eight legs or a world without a sun
A world without my sun
The light that brighten my days
The lips that enclose my pain
The ears that listen to my fortune
The eyes that see my best
The curves that i driv...
Tuesday 9th August 2016 6:19 am
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