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Mar 2017
My heart skipped a beat that day
The day we decided to accept those sparks
The day we decided to make fire
What would i do for those flames?

And I know your head is filling
With nostalgic words of mine
And bittersweet sparkles on your lips
With tongue-tied mumbles

The flames were washed out
Because of indifference about before
We are now dark
We were once light

Red we were, we were so red
And now were falling down into blue
Into grey, dark dark grey
We were red and purple and it was so bright

Tonight is the night
Tonight is when we will sleep in our own heads
Tonight we will say goodnight
And tomorrow we will wake up to ice on our bodies
Anastasia C
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