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Anchor of grief
When the anchor of grief weighs me down,
my eyes fill with tears and my face starts to drown.
So I listen to her voicemail and it some how whipes away my frown.
my eyes fill with tears and my face starts to drown.
So I listen to her voicemail and it some how whipes away my frown.
Published 11th Aug 2020
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