Falsities

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I am not blonde
I have the same coloured eyes
I know my feelings inside out
I am a shut book
I am a perfect human being
I do not know love
Or know what it is to love
I prefer sitting by myself
Then sitting in his arms
I prefer talking
To the sound of breaths synching

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