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your eyes reflected seas
and your hair felt like feathers
your back painted constellations
and your words sounded like honey
when you cried , you cried diamonds
when you laughed , the atmosphere rippled
when you smiled , the lights glittered
when you frowned , the darkness enveloped
get out of my head
get out of my head
get out of my head
get out of my head
get out
of
my
head

this plant is choked by thorns yet i still cannot uproot it from the ground in which it was planted

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