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Feb 2020
You're Blind.
But you don't mind
Because you're so kind
Black hair, blue eyes
You won't even try
to try.
So you lie.
And you cry.
But you're not sly
You don't mean to cut
With your devilish strut,
but-
well
      I'm resigned
To be blind.
Your heart's glass
Your word's a farce

But you still knock me to my ****.
Written by
Cumulonimbus
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   Bogdan Dragos
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