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AnnaBelle

Underneath a foreign sky,

we soar, we fly.

The first thing I do

is think of you

when I wake up.

 

Annabelle,

wash this filth away,

bring the rain.

I'm in no rush to get my

hands ***** again.

 

Underneath a foreign sky,

we score, we get high.

The first thing I do

is steal from you

when I wake up.

 

Annabelle,

the sound of your voice

has me wound so tight.

Annabelle,

you stress me out.

Annabelle,

you stretch me

all the way out.

 

Underneath a foreign sky,

I left my dignity in the dirt

to die.

Pride only gets you hurt, and in

the face of light

I learnt

that I had lost my faith that night.

 

Annabelle,

you have my blood

and skin under your

fingernails

from the night we set

full sail.

 

Annabelle,

If you can feel

I'll dig deeper.

 

Annabelle,

If you're not real

I hope I'm not either.

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shashank-virkud-1
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Published
Sep 14, 2011
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