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London, 2014
his eyes glowed between
purple and the heavy sky.
maybe he kept asking me about something i didn't like but i soon found myself zoning out.
the mizzle looked more beautiful than his mundane talk.
And I still regret, i do that everytime to somebody
I have never loved enough.
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