Aug 2015
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soft
candle's
glance
on
amber
rings
the
moist
temple
where
blond
hair
clings
dark
whiskey
eyes
under
chandelier's
swings
the
single
note
where
a
cello
sings
i
stop
and
contemplate
these
things
unlike
puppets
we
had
no
strings
no
we
had
golden
nightengale
wings
soulsurvivor
(C) 8/32/2015
soft
candle's
glance
on
amber
rings
the
moist
temple
where
blond
hair
clings
dark
whiskey
eyes
under
chandelier's
swings
the
single
note
where
a
cello
sings
i
stop
and
contemplate
these
things
unlike
puppets
we
had
no
strings
no
we
had
golden
nightengale
wings
soulsurvivor
(C) 8/32/2015
a poem about my first love
i think about him
from time to time
i think about him
from time to time
Written by
SøułSurvivør
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