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the ones should be worried about are not in the present seducing with their devilish smiles and their soft, husky voices the ones leaving their footsteps in the sands of barren past unreachable, devoid of closure are the most dangerous of them all. it's not the sweet laugh you hear caressing your lips and your ears that will hunt and drown you it's the laugh of yesterday's loss that will haunt, forevermore.
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Dec 20, 2021
Dec 20, 2021 at 11:03 AM UTC
passing winds
the ones should be worried about are not in the present seducing with their devilish smiles and their soft, husky voices the ones leaving their footsteps in the sands of barren past unreachable, devoid of closure are the most dangerous of them all. it's not the sweet laugh you hear caressing your lips and your ears that will hunt and drown you it's the laugh of yesterday's loss that will haunt, forevermore.
a loss is a loss, and if it haunts you, it haunts you.
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Dec 20, 2021
Dec 20, 2021 at 11:03 AM UTC
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