The angel in disguise
Matchmaker
They call him.
But his arrows
Were never aimed
At my heart for me to find
My partner through time.
They're shut
Directly unto my chest
Attempting to
Stab me to death.
Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 11:07 PM UTC
The angel in disguise
Matchmaker
They call him.
But his arrows
Were never aimed
At my heart for me to find
My partner through time.
They're shut
Directly unto my chest
Attempting to
Stab me to death.
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