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Snow Black


Memories that stalk me like a chalk
on the blackboard of a wall that walks
to a room where there is a lock
where I keep her and no one talks

Yesterday offers no attack
Snow Black

Dismissed like a salesmen
but once I sold her love
once you said it made you
but now you act so tough

I know, I know! No going back
Snow Black

Open air carries my lowered emotion
so breathe it out with devotion
you threw my gift into the ocean
but oh there is no escape for me

maybe its maturity that I lack
Say hello
Snow Black
 

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