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Mar 2015
Tired hands, green eyes
Breathing out, white lies
Soft lips, blue skies

Small room, big world
Lines straight, sight blurred
Same love, new girl

And she'll say
He's stuck in a daydream
Been in love since 18
Allibys breaking the seams

But he'll say
She's beautiful blankly
Burning down gently
Till she screams.
Iris Blanche
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Iris Blanche
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