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He called it a street prayer Words spit rapidly with a flare a strange phenomenon Words sticking to his tongue  Like a proton does w a neutron
I raise my voice for the one I miss who left me oh so long ago I know you will return to me soon my friend
When I first found out, There was a monster under my bed, There wasn't a doubt, I was scared half to death. I tried counting sheep, And counting to ten. I was still losing sleep,
beautifully mysterious,she hides away in the depths of nothingafraid to take a chance on the dawnnight- her best friendthe only thing she can count onsoon, it too will be gone  
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