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Crystal sky's

Lights flashing
People bashing
Impressionistic

Love nasty
You bruse my soul

Burn the silky sky
It made me high

Our love is empty
Vision blurry

Between the lines we meet
Under crystal sky's

I want to touch you
I Wanna be between the sheets
Of your company

Let me be there
When you burn out
Dark circles

My world has slowly intertwined
Into your dark state of mind

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