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Apr 2018
I used to think in monochrome
Like a disc on repeat
The same 60 minutes of tragedy on
A big screen
But on the 500th play
Something happened I can't explain
Your character joined the script and suddenly
All the scenes made sense

Everything I thought I'd never feel
Came alive
And everything I needed to ****
Died between your lips
I'm not saying you're perfect

But if a blind man asked me to show him colours

You're the one I'd describe
my love please dont leave
Written by
seshi  England
(England)   
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