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It's deep... Getting deeper the more I fall But i wont trade Staring into those eyes for all the treasures in the world Slowly moving Tracing every inche Shivers down my spine Fingerprints all over my body I'm your crimescene Locked in... every breath...every scent... Still lingers... on my senses But never locked up... It's a different kind of life sentence.
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Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 4:49 AM UTC
The crime of devotion
It's deep... Getting deeper the more I fall But i wont trade Staring into those eyes for all the treasures in the world Slowly moving Tracing every inche Shivers down my spine Fingerprints all over my body I'm your crimescene Locked in... every breath...every scent... Still lingers... on my senses But never locked up... It's a different kind of life sentence.
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#devotion#surrender#metaphor#visceral
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Abyssal_E
Apr 12
Apr 12, 2026 at 4:49 AM UTC
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