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there's a scar on my bottom lip bruises on my memory i don't talk about... there's too many freckles to count constellations of moles - nightmares gnawing on my sleep sheep that turn to wolves who walk behind me whispering "look up, talk fast"... my hips are soft cheated by Gli Amanti's arrows I believe in love but I can't swing the burden
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May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 8:43 PM UTC
"Beauty" Marks
there's a scar on my bottom lip bruises on my memory i don't talk about... there's too many freckles to count constellations of moles - nightmares gnawing on my sleep sheep that turn to wolves who walk behind me whispering "look up, talk fast"... my hips are soft cheated by Gli Amanti's arrows I believe in love but I can't swing the burden
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May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 8:43 PM UTC
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