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Aug 2015
Because pain is beauty
and there's nothing that kills me more
than the color of your eyes
the color is fixed in my head, and the subtle gleam replays in my memory.
Written by
Brenna Cline
537
   RW Dennen, Mayra, Luiza Ramires and prc
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