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You told me mold grows on a soul with no purpose and my souls continues to be engulfed in the evergreen mold I sold my soul along time ago making it apart of natures game my soul had no purpose till I found you in the shadows of darkness you were my friend but our love was a so called "losing game" we found our paradise only to fall apart in the over powering dark of our clouded souls with evergreen mold.
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Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC
Sticky souls filled with mold
You told me mold grows on a soul with no purpose and my souls continues to be engulfed in the evergreen mold I sold my soul along time ago making it apart of natures game my soul had no purpose till I found you in the shadows of darkness you were my friend but our love was a so called "losing game" we found our paradise only to fall apart in the over powering dark of our clouded souls with evergreen mold.
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Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 12:35 AM UTC
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