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Annie McLaughlin Nov 2017
Her hair became darker and her thoughts became wild
And her heart became heavy and her dreams became mild
Her lips became softer and her eyes became sorrowed
And her hands became beaten and her love became borrowed
Rabiya Zafar Aug 2014
He blew the Scales off my heart
showed me our world,
it's locked in my blue diary
buried inbetween the mist of the dark ink.
© Rabiyazafar

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