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How pretty .
Maybe this time, it's not that obvious.
These are the things lies hide.
Maybe it's just me.
Brighter than any sun.

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Try to imagine a sound that you've never heard

A color that you've never seen

A taste you've not tried

And maybe you'll know what I mean.

Say it again,

for me.

Cause it's like the skies open up.

And I feel I could smile again.

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Nicole (:

Let rain drizzle down your back,

drilling holes into it,
coming out crimson red.

Rain.
It's so beautiful isn't it?

Bold.

Exciting.

Dangerous.