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I love how ugly you looked under direct light The way your gnarled grappling hooks for hands sink in the tide Your features twist in trepidation No beauty left in your hallow sunken cheekbones Your eyes red from fatigue You are not beautiful I'm sorry I never tried to save you Watching you fall is starting to be too much I'm sorry
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Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC
Hooked Hands
I love how ugly you looked under direct light The way your gnarled grappling hooks for hands sink in the tide Your features twist in trepidation No beauty left in your hallow sunken cheekbones Your eyes red from fatigue You are not beautiful I'm sorry I never tried to save you Watching you fall is starting to be too much I'm sorry
kategoldman
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Dec 2, 2013
Dec 2, 2013 at 10:14 PM UTC
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