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No Flies For LoveΒ 

Time flies… There are no flies When love dies. Death comes as lies, Bottles the butterflies slithers in where you lie Time flies… There is no flying when love dies There are only severed ties Loose ends and bloody lies Unseen wounds and silent cries Wounded pride and wings that no longer fly, Time flies…… Read More No Flies For LoveΒ