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Sep 2014 · 318
The fact is
I don't feel like a human being when i am with you
I feel like a star like a crash, your crush vainglorious
I'm your capharnaüm, an adoring mess and if days ain't no more blue
They are love, weird color whose tons smell ruinous.

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