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Apr 2021
this world is bland;
taste-less,
color-less,
odor-less.
i thought i might use you to fill a void.
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i lost my home then found you,
seeking home too.
i thought id join you on your quest to save tomorrow.
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i learned your ears were tone deaf
when you couldn't hear me sing.
i knew your eyes were color blind &
you could barely see a thing of who i tried to be for you,
then for myself...
in this world where nothing really matters at all.
Written by
the black rose  F/the islands
(F/the islands)   
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