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Oct 2018
Don't you wanna
take the light out of my eyes
doesn't the cold air make you wanna
spread me out into the thinnest version of myself?
Water-down, thinnest version
I think the other player's winning
I think my head is still spinning
bring out something warm in me.
Written by
KM Hanslik  20/F/Ohio
       KM Hanslik, AS-, ---, Camilla Peeters, laura and 2 others
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