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I'll helm Twisting my midnight switchblade To somehow bruise the living space To find it, will take less than a survey I'll helm With lips red and badly broken Enveloped in doubt and omens So we can be vastly interwoven

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okwhatever

21 / M

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Written by

okwhatever

21 / M

Published: Feb 12, 2017
LinesWords: 940

Notes: KG
Tags: #space #bad #together #distance #awake #entwine #switchblade #omens

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