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Jul 2019
"What colour is my heart?" she sings,
And as her voice soaks into me,
I feel you slink and coil yourself around my heart.
At first it felt like you were meant to be there,
But the longer her set goes on
The harder you squeeze.
"What colour is my heart?" she sings.
I know the answer.
My heart is black and blue,
Thanks to you.
-I can't listen to jazz anymore.
Written by
Maka  20/F/Sad City
(20/F/Sad City)   
       Krista DelleFemine, Emaya, Ruhani, Nylee, Edmund black and 38 others
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