refractive index

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Sitting on the desk waiting for sleep
Things get tense when i saw you weep
Reflecting the light colors through a leak
Ain't not sure but i felt it was deep

Closed our eyes blinding the sight
Singing in the kitchen and dancing all night
Heavy load of regrets giving a fight
But I'm happy now you made it light

Pain agony memories feeling so low
Even in the dark days i love the way you glow
Can't hold anything going with the flow
I wrote your name in every column and row

Can't play it fast it's like chess
All seems relatable like an refractive index
Like a refractive index...



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