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May 2015
He dies in my arms
Hell tuned to my thoughts
You only see what you want to , see
How can the mouth cut
Dull like arustedblade
Sin I behind vineers
Facades
Thats what i thought
Thatswhatithought
Intoxication getsaged
Loses its....reflection
Intermedite perfection
He dies in my arms
Hell tuned to my thoughts
You only see what you want to see
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