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Ashes of the sentiments of her core fall through the black hole & for protection she goes to close the door which falls through the hole freedom, she cannot afford paying for gravity pulls her to the hole when it's time to heal it hurts more she tries not to fall in the hole ...................... Dark signs are drawn on the urn of her soul alone she holds the secret of her downfall the dark eyes of her misrepresent her intentions the shaking and breaking she never mentions ............... Ashes of the sentiments of her core fall through the black hole & for protection she goes to close the door which falls through the hole freedom, she cannot afford paying for gravity pulls her to the hole when it's time to heal it hurts more she tries not to fall in the hole ........................ Thirsty to death, she went to the water well whilst saving herself, unfortunately she fell that was the story of her dark lashes & eyes it is tragic that she dies and they rise..
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Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
Ode to her Soul
Ashes of the sentiments of her core fall through the black hole & for protection she goes to close the door which falls through the hole freedom, she cannot afford paying for gravity pulls her to the hole when it's time to heal it hurts more she tries not to fall in the hole ...................... Dark signs are drawn on the urn of her soul alone she holds the secret of her downfall the dark eyes of her misrepresent her intentions the shaking and breaking she never mentions ............... Ashes of the sentiments of her core fall through the black hole & for protection she goes to close the door which falls through the hole freedom, she cannot afford paying for gravity pulls her to the hole when it's time to heal it hurts more she tries not to fall in the hole ........................ Thirsty to death, she went to the water well whilst saving herself, unfortunately she fell that was the story of her dark lashes & eyes it is tragic that she dies and they rise..
mondasalem
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Mar 12, 2015
Mar 12, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
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