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You can just tell Yah know? We speak in rhythms, Passionate, fortified rhythms but often misaligned. I won't be blind to our truth, no but don’t expect me to bask in some Wonderland. Defective perfection, A ghastly unfortunate paradox and A laden aura unlike any other. My soul aches to ripen so very desperately But this love has taken it’s Toll.
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Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC
Weighed Down, Full of Something
You can just tell Yah know? We speak in rhythms, Passionate, fortified rhythms but often misaligned. I won't be blind to our truth, no but don’t expect me to bask in some Wonderland. Defective perfection, A ghastly unfortunate paradox and A laden aura unlike any other. My soul aches to ripen so very desperately But this love has taken it’s Toll.
bria-n-grimm
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Oct 29, 2015
Oct 29, 2015 at 12:48 AM UTC
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