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Mar 2017
You were both my world and it's destruction
But your eyes, there's nothing there
A glare that's grown colder and more wary
And you ask me, why don't you stay?
My stare has grown shorter and more angry
I ask you, what is there to save?

Loving you was like floating
On a twisting empty sea
Land in sight but out of reach..
I should have known
Your eyes were fixed
on a different horizon.

I breathe a little better
With paint under my fingernails
Than with words on my lips

I got tired of seeing a reflection
That was too true
Sometimes rose filters
Make the world seem a little warmer..

This doesn't rhyme or flow
But thoughts rarely do
What I'm saying is
When I can't sleep,
I won't be thinking of you..
Austen girl
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Austen girl  jinja
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