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Jan 2020
I've never seen an angel dressed in red

walking ahead
my sight has not returned

you burned my tongue
I breathe through the smoke

I've never seen a million faces inside one
you spoke carefully

running far
you found my name

I'm thinking of ways
to see you again

it's times like these
I wish I was faceless
eileen
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eileen
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