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Just to find wrong ways And our decomposing hearts All in front our eyes Our hurdled master Thinking of our choice But not of consequence So we are let here to rot Infused with darkened thoughts And crested love
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
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Just to find wrong ways And our decomposing hearts All in front our eyes Our hurdled master Thinking of our choice But not of consequence So we are let here to rot Infused with darkened thoughts And crested love
lunaxartemis
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 8:35 PM UTC
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