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Mar 2011
I think I'm breaking down
With my heart held in your hands and my head against the sky
It feels so right to be consumed completely

I swear, something deepens within us
It's moments like these that make me believe
Your eyes could swallow me whole

Reality becomes something foreign to us
Living in the midst of our infatuation
Sinead Anderson
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