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would you still love my aching soul (oh, how my bones punc;tured and ble'd) if my lips were reduced to ash /it would coat your skin as it does mine, mind your heavy heart/and my heart clawed and thrashed and fluctuated through my whisper-rimmed ears?
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC
périr
would you still love my aching soul (oh, how my bones punc;tured and ble'd) if my lips were reduced to ash /it would coat your skin as it does mine, mind your heavy heart/and my heart clawed and thrashed and fluctuated through my whisper-rimmed ears?
périr : perish in french form
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC
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