Cycles spinning,
Teeth bared in grinning,
This life was once so pure.
But everything
In crying eyes
Has made my my heart
Demure.
And once upon
A lonely time,
I believed this Truth:
That everything
Is meant to be,
But that means
So is sinning...
Jul 29, 2013
Jul 29, 2013 at 10:42 PM UTC
Cycles spinning,
Teeth bared in grinning,
This life was once so pure.
But everything
In crying eyes
Has made my my heart
Demure.
And once upon
A lonely time,
I believed this Truth:
That everything
Is meant to be,
But that means
So is sinning...
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