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Jul 2015
open as a closed book,
as cold as your eyes,
i fed us, wishing you and i would both choke.

cursed with beauty,
wanted by the devil,
she abused her boundaries.

killed by dignity,
drowned with my iced tea,
i miss the fights we could have.
Abs
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Abs  F/Philadelphia
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   surpratik, Poetria, --- and Davy
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