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Tuesday, June 2, 2015
The Calls
"The Calls"
What Craws
Through My
Essence
Little
Do They
Know
Only
In My
Absence
Will The
Truth
For Unfold
I Can Hear
The Whispers
When The
Night Is
Tranced
Calling Me
With
Opened
Hands
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