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Fading Colours

Once upon a time in his arms she felt so inside.
She gave her inside out to his one thousand fingers and his voice.
It was her choice to lie so open in his breath and crystal kisses rained and melt into her weeping face ...
When she saw he didn't notice, didn't see the colours that she drew just for him so she was not disappointed
just a little empty as her face was fading silently and as her wings broke.
She knew there' s more and went away just for him ...
So she went and just a smell was left a spell of rain and birds and wild wet stolen hearts.
It was like fading colours.
She was a fading dream ...


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