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Maybe the cold-hardened truth is; you're cold hearted and ruthless. Like a child, you're toothless and clawless. You are flawless. You are wild. Did I say "flawless"? I meant "lawless". The "f" is silent like all the times you eye-fucked me. But I'll admit now that I ****** me. Now, I'm awesomely awe-less.    I stare outside where it's wet, like the way you say I make you. Drops landing, soaking trembling grass. We're dangerous and moral-less, and I wonder if I make your body feel anything anymore, or less. - @NoMortalDreams -
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC
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Maybe the cold-hardened truth is; you're cold hearted and ruthless. Like a child, you're toothless and clawless. You are flawless. You are wild. Did I say "flawless"? I meant "lawless". The "f" is silent like all the times you eye-fucked me. But I'll admit now that I ****** me. Now, I'm awesomely awe-less.    I stare outside where it's wet, like the way you say I make you. Drops landing, soaking trembling grass. We're dangerous and moral-less, and I wonder if I make your body feel anything anymore, or less. - @NoMortalDreams -
Instructions: hate someone's guts.
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May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 10:26 PM UTC
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