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Jul 2015
The sun is shining
through the glass
and the twinkling city
lights are fading

and I'll think of you
and douse myself in
black

My hair, black
my nails, black
my clothes all stained
in the deepest black

and I don't have to explain
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
235
   AJ
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