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Sep 2018
Looking for the mirrors in your
crystal eyes
I was only, softly, trying
to break this glass of lies
broken knuckles, dyed in crimson
lack of friction, moves my core
wish I could drown inside your prison
drown in the smell of our before

And I feel a piece of the rain is lost
only your rough mouth
ever made me feel soft
Written by
Helena  F
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