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i have the teeniest idea of who that boy could be
he's the perfect raindrop in this solemn sea
the one who holds in his eyes my entire world
that boy i love with every break of my soul
the one that keeps my thoughts loocked up
in the darkest caves of his light porcelain cup
he's my love, the formation of an even heart
in the amazing world we've built on dusts of art
he's almost that singing voice inside my head
the orange curtain drawn up alongside my bed
the beautiful story I learnt to recite
in the dark silence of a lonely night.





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