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Sep 2018


Broken and cold,
my face is a ruby
I see you there
waiting in the misty rain
My chest, how it hurts!
I fall into your arms
and we become as clouds
How your love burns
and seeks to destroy
me


Lyn-Purcell
Written by
Lyn-Purcell  28/F/United Kingdom
(28/F/United Kingdom)   
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