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Feb 2018
I love your brown eyes, but your lies aren’t white.
Your lovely pink lips sink into the black night.
Your whispers turn me red, but the colors aren’t right.
I love your brown eyes, but your lies aren’t white.
Isabella Terry
Written by
Isabella Terry  Tennessee
(Tennessee)   
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