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Apr 2015
Oh, my love
though you aren't even mine
And you never really were

I missed the swirl of colors
in your eyes
and the light behind them
after we kissed

My chest still aches
though I have realized
it is not I
who is missed.
You kissed me back.
Written by
Ciara  24/F/Hell
(24/F/Hell)   
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