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Princess
Why is my heart indigo?
What could have been became what could have been
All else failed and crimson became me
Was not acquainted with lost before I meet you.
Could not imagine this disdain that inhabits me before I lost you
Felt your warmth from her warmth
Kissed your cheeks through her skin
You gave me life then lost yours living me at indigo
Living me at this cold empty ...
Thursday 14th April 2016 11:49 pm
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