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Feb 2018
I was blinded
But now I see the truth

You were just dirt in my mind
Dirt in my arms
Dirt on my clothes
Dirt in my bed
Dirt on my heart
Dirt on my soul

Disinfect the memories
Disinfect my clothes
Disinfect my sheets
Disinfect my blood
Disinfect my being
With you it was all promises and never seeing.

Your lips were germs pressed against mine
Your body was a disease held against mine
Your hair was an illness ran through my fingers

Detox my lips
Detox my body
Detox my fingers

For now we're nothing but strangers.
kurvalmedia
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kurvalmedia  18/M/Johannesburg South Africa
(18/M/Johannesburg South Africa)   
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