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Hollow Blues

Who are you, knocking on the doors of my heart?
That smile and blonde hair leaves me nearly breathless, but
I won’t let you fool me.
Who are you anyway, staring into my eyes with your hollow blues?
The way you look at me makes me believe
that you could really save me, but
I’m too far gone.
Who are you, still standing outside my door?




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