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His eyes,a colder mint blue than you could imagine. Her hair a darker colour than her soul. When they collide, sparks fly, and they discontinue existence. She shines when he stares, He floats the way she falls. They are so backwards but they're going in the right direction.
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
A curse.
His eyes,a colder mint blue than you could imagine. Her hair a darker colour than her soul. When they collide, sparks fly, and they discontinue existence. She shines when he stares, He floats the way she falls. They are so backwards but they're going in the right direction.
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Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 1:42 PM UTC
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