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Feb 2016
gold dust fills my eyes
and the pain stops my dreaming
but the colour stays the same
it's hue never fading
if I cry it'll all be washed away
it's a shame I can't seem to
so I'll swap my eyes with someone else's
just so I can keep on seeing you
The Thaumaturge
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The Thaumaturge  the 7th circle
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