strangers

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my darling,
my heart knows yours too well
for me to pretend
a life without you
is perfectly fine
to pretend your eyes
are just blue
and not the the whole ocean

ive always been a good liar
but every time i see you
my guts spill themselves
i try to hide it
but you know exactly where to look
and i can't tell
if you see right through the mask
or if ive become so foreign to you
that you are blind

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