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Apr 2014
while purple flowers grew inside of her
old museum walls grew inside of me
you see
she was magical because she could make
a lonely pastel blue-eyed boy  forget about the hell  
he was dragged into by himself
you see
i wasn't magical because i couldn't lie to him
without crying snowflakes
isabella leonora bech
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isabella leonora bech  denmark, copenhagen
(denmark, copenhagen)   
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