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Oct 2016
people are scary when over analysed,
every person that i touch seems far too contrived.
what are your intentions?
to feel your body on mine?
i think about you next to me too much,
want to know what love feels like.

pretend that I'm more attractive than i'll ever be,
i am worthless and crazy deluded,
enjoy my hypocrisy.

you're my downfall,
you're my muse,
my worst distraction,
my sadness and blues.
Eloi
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Eloi  20/F/London
(20/F/London)   
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     Keith Wilson and Lora Lee
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