Tuessay, December 27th 2017|Part 1

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Eyes as cold as a winter's night,
Freeze me with every glance,
Simple words turn into hurricanes,
That slowly die inside my throat.

The pain swallows my whole,
But still I stay waiting,
Three simple words,
Three syllables,
That get stuck in your head...

I love you

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