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I don't care much for love and such things that go well with red Because my bed is a love gravesite Twisting, cutting, affecting only my love life. So I've been making friends with ghosts who chose to be dead White sheets and streaks of life left But the burials set, and it's time to breath dirt Heavens picket fence or hells stained shirt.
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 3:26 AM UTC
Love gravesite
I don't care much for love and such things that go well with red Because my bed is a love gravesite Twisting, cutting, affecting only my love life. So I've been making friends with ghosts who chose to be dead White sheets and streaks of life left But the burials set, and it's time to breath dirt Heavens picket fence or hells stained shirt.
phil-jones
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Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 3:26 AM UTC
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