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Lids break over dusty lenses, My heart pummels the walls until it bleeds, ribcage rattling like a broken furnace. This moment extends past the cage of sensibility, onto a new horizon where darkness and light are not merely consorts lying, pinky fingers playfully intertwined as a stray hair closes the distance between their bodies yearning, all of law is subject to their complete breath burning.
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Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC
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Lids break over dusty lenses, My heart pummels the walls until it bleeds, ribcage rattling like a broken furnace. This moment extends past the cage of sensibility, onto a new horizon where darkness and light are not merely consorts lying, pinky fingers playfully intertwined as a stray hair closes the distance between their bodies yearning, all of law is subject to their complete breath burning.
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Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC
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