Dusk
I met a girl called Dusk,
her eyes had screws inside,
her hair, black, long and like silk,
with the touch of her hand, anything turned to darkness,
she spoke of disappointment in her husky voice.
I met a girl called Dusk,
her eyes had screws inside,
her hair, black, long and like silk,
with the touch of her hand, anything turned to darkness,
she spoke of disappointment in her husky voice.
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