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Nov 2018
The cold sun spits into the face of Day
His icy hands ***** my ****** soul
Come night, with thine desires, black and clean
Come night, with thine dreams, ruthless and sweet
The cold sun spits into the face of Me
Written by
PurplePanache  14/F/India
(14/F/India)   
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