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Sep 2013
The colours appear to be moving
Closer together
Compressed
A darkness laughs in the corner
Evil eye
The blackness is spreading
Yet, the ****** colours won't fade
Only the orange sun and the reflection of the moon
Last
Permanently
Until the elements dismantle it
An illusion
Spreading its arms trying toΒ Β pull you in
Grab your soul
Hold your heart
It is as lonely as her
If not more
The girl in the yellow dress
That's why it moves
She says
That's why my mind makes it move
Sara Jakke
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Sara Jakke  Portugal:England
(Portugal:England)   
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