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I swear she's an angel with scapulae for wings She sleeps with her back to me so I can feel their beating in my chest How I want to be the sin for which an angel fell Her golden mane falls drunkenly on her shoulders One day I found a 14 karat thread clinging to the shower wall And I  tore out one of my own just to be there with yours If I could, I would grow your hair from my pores Just to feel that much closer once more
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Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 1:29 PM UTC
The Devil in Me
I swear she's an angel with scapulae for wings She sleeps with her back to me so I can feel their beating in my chest How I want to be the sin for which an angel fell Her golden mane falls drunkenly on her shoulders One day I found a 14 karat thread clinging to the shower wall And I  tore out one of my own just to be there with yours If I could, I would grow your hair from my pores Just to feel that much closer once more
harlow
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Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 1:29 PM UTC
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