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Jan 2015
Your face in pixels,
All you are, at least so far
I've got notes and holds to share with you
The story of the bird I lost,
And the way it flew
I want you taped to the wall
That's the madness in me
All the voices chant around our twirling dance,
Harassing our party scene
You should know when it's cold,
I'm a hot coal to hold
But cooled and pressed I'm diamonds
July will come and rescue me,
But now I need you a million times ten
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
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