Feb 2015
i bleed toxins/ don't
you taste them/ in
your water/ in
your wine/ on
your
lips/
it's a
ma-
tter/
of time
you taste them/ in
your water/ in
your wine/ on
your
lips/
it's a
ma-
tter/
of time
(27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell)
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