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Heaven, hide your eyes
Wednesday, June 10
Kafir
Thought you knew me
Better
I hold your letter
And my apartment is cold
And my hands are cold
And my eyes are cold
And now,
You know something
But it won't be enough
And I can't cry anymore
That well is dry
But I
miss
you.
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