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Sep 2015
Standing upon your door
Enter
Here for the tour
You are my guide
Hotter than the sun
Moans, groans, and screaming
Dark empty eyes of what once was
On borrowed time
Escort me to the exit
I am not yours to keep
Let go of my hand
You are no longer my guide
chulisnaqui
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