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Wednesday, September 9, 2015

My hands are searching for you
From the graves of my birthplace
I can hear your whisper, follow me
You are the love, you’r the belief
And the story is spoke with comfort
Where my lines they meet your meanings
They are underlined with my death
You seem to forget yet you’r the reminder
While you remember killing me, in burying me.

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