When I saw your smile, the wind blew me away to Neverland where I was sprinkled with pixie dust.
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Bleeding Blue
PoetryI do not see color anymore. I cannot love no more. I don't think I want to live furthermore. Genre: Poetry
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When I saw your smile, the wind blew me away to Neverland where I was sprinkled with pixie dust.
