I watched all of those others pass me by. Pretty faces and shallow minds. A frozen lock, a broken key, for reassurance I'd do anything. You're the most intriguing thing I've seen; so many colors and shapes in your eyes have long since left you be. But your kaleidoscope is pointed straight at me. Will this ever end? I need you here again. The shelter from the storm is the cage that keeps you in.
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