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ECZ

BEAUTY MAKE ME COLD

 
 
No longer
The rainbow can
Pervade my heart
With full of joy;
 
No longer
The rose can
Ooze any feeling
Bout love and 'motion;
 
No longer
The moon can
Extend my lips
Being shyness ;
 
All they can do is
Recall my past
An’ colded me
Makin’ me insane ;
ECZ|| Thu 27 Apr 2017

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