patrick-blackWhisper

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detachdetach, i think, / remove yourself. / (the heat of my body slowly melts

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Nov 25, 2012

parchedwisps of water swirl, / clouding and freezing: / they flow between the links,

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Apr 28, 2012

[you the Drug][you the drug] murmurs to my lips. / the visions pound: a deep / bass [pushing and pulling]

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Apr 28, 2012

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