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May 2015
She was light and thunder
And he, … a fresh breeze on a Sunday morning

She was caught up in her own mind
Living a dream with made up people in a ghost city

Reckless dreams and undefeated attitude..  
lonely roads sentencing her future
never letting anyone in, but the monsters in her head
Love was an old memory of a distant friend...  
but what's love without pain, and pain without living?

He... He took her breath away
So cold and distant,  
but there was something In his eyes,  
something in the way he talked,  
Like a forbidden fruit
and there's always something sensual about danger

He thought she was magic,
She was eager for love, he, …  ready to ****

Her breath, his touch, her hands, his clothes …
She confused passion for love
Game over, He's gone
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