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Aug 2014

staring into these eyes until
not seeing eyes anymore
but a fuse of colours
blue and grey and black and white

touching the cold glass
of the mirror in front

when the hell
will you stop
steadily revealing your heart to her
so that she can break it
again and
all over again
Written by
k-d  Southern Germany
(Southern Germany)   
   Antonio and ryann
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