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Jan 2017
There's something i need to tell you,
Lips reek of purple hue,
Mildness brought in through color hue,
Can i Leave this room?

Your an angel in disguise,
the depth of his eyes,
dust and smoke rise,
Beneath the winter cold ice,
Reigned supreme bittersweetΒ Β vice.
Niket
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