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...and as you kiss
my soul,
Where will you
go?
Disappear into those
nights
Of alcohol induced
comas and
polluted ash.
Don't complain
to me
and expect sympathy.
You brought this
on yourself.
Matthew Eyles
...and as you kiss
my soul,
Where will you
go?
Disappear into those
nights
Of alcohol induced
comas and
polluted ash.
Don't complain
to me
and expect sympathy.
You brought this
on yourself.