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I can't feel a thing, sitting beneath another cold wind. Smoking an ******** note, Slips between your moan. Watching the night take another one. Ashing a toxic sigh, yet the morning smiles. And I keep ignoring sleep, Who catches my darlings dreams. Till I take another drag Till I close the door And take a ride on a cosmic lore. Believe me, its peaceful under the moonlight.
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Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 4:13 AM UTC
Quiet Lover
I can't feel a thing, sitting beneath another cold wind. Smoking an ******** note, Slips between your moan. Watching the night take another one. Ashing a toxic sigh, yet the morning smiles. And I keep ignoring sleep, Who catches my darlings dreams. Till I take another drag Till I close the door And take a ride on a cosmic lore. Believe me, its peaceful under the moonlight.
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Feb 22, 2013
Feb 22, 2013 at 4:13 AM UTC
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