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Crying creeper tryin t' keep her

by @Nightlamp

15-10-19 I want you to read this. Know that I'm a psychopath. It would be easier if you hated me for creeping up your neck. For holding a snare around your ankle. For being obsessed and inhuman. If I'm not human. If I'm not real. I cannot be hurt. And since your opinion matters the most in this hour, tell me I'm surreal. So I can surrender. ~ Barefoot.   Floor. I wish you could see me now. Slowly moving my body to his lyrics. "Oh mother I can feel.."* Breath in my mouth so I won't die. If that lust is too mad. Then bury my flesh and mind among the soaked leaves. As long as your skin grab my limbs, I'm fine.
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Nightlamp
Published
Oct 18, 2015
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2m
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*Reference to "I Know It's Over" by Morrissey.

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#love#heartbreak#lust#breath#skin#leaves#surrender#creep#aching#psychopath
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