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Laced betwixt each knuckle Of hardened, crafted hand Villainy laid buckled Etched in ink and sand Hostile thoughts, now yearning Against each ***** so new Till each hand left burning Everything left was you.
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Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 10:08 PM UTC
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Laced betwixt each knuckle Of hardened, crafted hand Villainy laid buckled Etched in ink and sand Hostile thoughts, now yearning Against each ***** so new Till each hand left burning Everything left was you.
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Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 10:08 PM UTC
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