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Tanya Mills

Abstract

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Tanya Mills

Abstract

Famine

Famine

1 min
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Reaching out for you

With dirt-caked hands

Wanting you to curl your fingers around mine

Curl your fingers around my empty soul


How I wish you could save me from this place

How I wish you would save me from this fate

The emptiness inside me is never quenched

This famine never ends


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