The Inner Workings of The Dark Corners

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It was a silent night I could hear my heart pounding from the inside,

It poured from my lips and wrote from my fingers,

For I will never love another as much as this one,

Everything in the past seems like a lovely blurr,

Its soft and easy, the way I love.

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