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Dec 2017
You're the wasted breath
The earth caught in the drift
Never liked you so why did you let go
I always remembered the day I met you

You're the smiling doves
The crown of gold
Loved to hold you and beg with my mouth full
In meadows and green forests, I'd always feel you

You're the half-moon sun
The light from both ends
The dancing orbs and
The playing spheres
I knew you'd scatter me
I knew you'd make me
I knew.

But whenever I looked at my reflection
The reflection in your cold white eyes
I couldn't tell what shape I'd become
Not Ever.
Get Out Of My Head
Adam Robinson
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Adam Robinson  21/M/UK
(21/M/UK)   
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