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May 2
Your blood red dress
Twirling in eights

Like an age old contest
My heart still waits

Though not mine to possess
My bloodshot eyes will follow you

Till the night is just a blur
Stuck forever in this slur
Written by
Puck  19/F/Far above the world
(19/F/Far above the world)   
   Man and Christine Ely
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