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I am here consulting my dreams, hoping to find a memory of you. The nicotine runs into my veins like wild horses in the wind. I look into the infinite dimension of the mirror in your wardrobe. And the Devil looks back. I am exhausted now I cannot fight. I will give in and open the door to my soul. Because I the exuberant form of not being. I am chaos. The moon knock at my window but I will not anwser. Not tonight, tonight I am will let my heart dance at your beat. Tonight You are everything that ever were and will ever be. Tonight my Darling YOU are infinity.
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Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 8:55 AM UTC
The paradox of me.
I am here consulting my dreams, hoping to find a memory of you. The nicotine runs into my veins like wild horses in the wind. I look into the infinite dimension of the mirror in your wardrobe. And the Devil looks back. I am exhausted now I cannot fight. I will give in and open the door to my soul. Because I the exuberant form of not being. I am chaos. The moon knock at my window but I will not anwser. Not tonight, tonight I am will let my heart dance at your beat. Tonight You are everything that ever were and will ever be. Tonight my Darling YOU are infinity.
1/5 of the series "Let me be your Devil".
LostIndeed
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Feb 18, 2019
Feb 18, 2019 at 8:55 AM UTC
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