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I hear the voice of God in your whisper Pickpocketed remorse hastily disguised By the veil of childlike, painted glee. Beyond this moment I truly could die.
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May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 1:22 AM UTC
A secret held
I hear the voice of God in your whisper Pickpocketed remorse hastily disguised By the veil of childlike, painted glee. Beyond this moment I truly could die.
#secret#love#die
Shin
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Shin
30/M/American
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 1:22 AM UTC
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