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Jul 2011
Black-Lights crawl across your skin as we dance,
Giving You a violet  tourniquet for
That broken heart of yours.
let it Never be said that I forced it upon you,
To be the one I Looked Into.
instead we Fall,
each of us,  
Into a drunken swirl of Bright lights.
Written by
William
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