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Jun 2015
I'm sitting at the edge of my seat
on the edge of this cliff
at the edge of my sanity
looking up at the sun;
it's a total eclipse.
I've been blinded by desire
and my burned wings
have since been clipped.
When there is no tomorrow
time seems to pass you by,
you try to grab it
but you just let it slip.
Blind Aesthetic
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Blind Aesthetic  29/M/California
(29/M/California)   
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