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A warm salty river runs down his crimson face he has lost his lover and his place, embrace the sickening darkness sleeps warm embrace cant cure this blonde curls interlace with pale fingers bright red flush braces on cheeks of pale skin this is it flesh and bone.
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Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
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A warm salty river runs down his crimson face he has lost his lover and his place, embrace the sickening darkness sleeps warm embrace cant cure this blonde curls interlace with pale fingers bright red flush braces on cheeks of pale skin this is it flesh and bone.
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Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC
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