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Jan 2010
I pierce my heart on your hidden thorns
and bleed love onto your wounded soul.
Your fragrance is my poison,
your softness- the lie I live by.

Your beauty is fleeting,
but I wont last to see it end.
Cry Sebastian
Written by
Cry Sebastian  Hanover
(Hanover)   
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