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the colour of vanilla
soft candle lights
behind your
eyes
Madagascar
vanilla
upon
your
lips
your voice, a hanging
judge calling me to
an uncertain
heaven
you are an open
door i want
to walk
thru
then lock behind
me
forever
Published 11th Apr 2022
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