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Quiet dawn, early terrace talks
Long dark hair, pretty under the orange
Eyes so deep, are you even real?
Break of dawn
Hushed voices
You made loneliness easier to bare
I could feel myself turning green
I shouldn't be so drawn
I known it all my life to be so wrong
Forgotten name
Maybe I made you all up
The raging blue fire, cooking my heart
Should've held your hand
Couldn't have known that would be the last
You sat with me near the painted red bars
Sipping from the same cup
Violent violet melts in the sky
skin on cold concrete
It just feels too right to be so sinful
I realize now how I kept my gaze on you
Forgotten Name
It just feels too real
Gorgeous under the pink
Just the one warm morning
Your eyes are the seal to my curse
My rouse, I ponder where you are now
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Photograph by Me
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Mélange
PuisiCollection of literature by one author. - All written by me - Update whenever I can. Warning: This might be an endless journey.
