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Jun 2016
To talk to at 12:30 am when my heart is wide open
To tell about the little things I witness
You always make it about yourself

Seconds streaming down and I am no wiser
Every moment pushes you into the past
Pushes me into myself
Like a time-bomb waiting

Then the wrists won't be held
And the eyes won't reflect
And the hair won't shine
Are you mine
Veronika
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Veronika
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