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You’re still sitting there In the middle of my heart Plucking at its strings With your fingers made of razors
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Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 6:45 AM UTC
Razor Fingers
You’re still sitting there In the middle of my heart Plucking at its strings With your fingers made of razors
emmie_c
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20/Gender Fluid/London
Aug 2, 2017
Aug 2, 2017 at 6:45 AM UTC
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