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I heard it from three stories above Candlelight sparkling dark windows of dawn A melody, murderous sounds of a dagger Brutal weeps of ripped strings in mourn The man haunts in song, in laughter Hums quietly, in his staff he banters With a violin he slaughters
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Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 10:50 PM UTC
Violin Violence
I heard it from three stories above Candlelight sparkling dark windows of dawn A melody, murderous sounds of a dagger Brutal weeps of ripped strings in mourn The man haunts in song, in laughter Hums quietly, in his staff he banters With a violin he slaughters
#music#violence#strings
MissDaytona
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MissDaytona
27/F/Brazil
Oct 19, 2020
Oct 19, 2020 at 10:50 PM UTC
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