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Feb 2015
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.
Sarah Nielle
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Sarah Nielle  Lost in compromise
(Lost in compromise)   
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     --- and bluestarfall
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