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Aug 30
And like a kid clumsily sneaking through the house in the dark,
you awakened all of my senses,
turned on every light of my heart,
making messes all along your path.
I'm turning the lights off
And cleaning up after you
It's a slow process
But I swear the lights
Keep coming back on
Kalliope
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Kalliope  27/F/Home
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