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Apr 2013
Oh,love the night
and wake up in the snow

Run through the days
Until the leaves turn green
Until her face falls in the summer moon

My white brain
white bones
nibbled in the break of dawn
While i see laughter drops
falling from the curves of her lips

The frozen river
turns to spring

And the fumes of my coffee
wraps me to warmth

Singing on the summer beaches
with her red hair sinking in my bones
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   Owen Phillips and Evynne
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