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18h
Little i know about love
As blind the dark
Is blinding the light.

When her hair touch my shoulders, i dont mind.

Im fine. I swear. In these
darker lonely nights, my roots had found acceptance.

When she rest her head in my arms, i dont care
Written by
Prettyboyfloyd  32/M
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