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Distance has taken its toll on us we're not the same as before but we seem to make no fuss its as if we've walked out seperate doors with no record of the scores
You jetted in and stole my heart away. Left a hole of death in its flame proof space. Leaving flesh to lay, burning and decay.   My heart was her: beauty and acid lace. You had what I wanted and did not care.
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