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ap May 2017
Morrissey was deploring
Henson forever boring
So how could similar I
Ever be worth adoring?
(i wanna be adored)
ap Mar 2016
Love love love
Ours is like withered flowers
Because whenever I see my dark circles
Or freshly painted bruises spreading over my canvas
I see violets blooming //
Love love love
Ours is like licking flames
Because whenever I look into your eyes
Or feel the warmth of your touch leaving burn marks
I remember who painted me //
Love is not *love
at all
And I guess I'm beginning to see
That violet is your favorite color
And I am your masterpiece //

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