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Sep 2015
erasing you from my head is the hardest task.
I could wash my skin with rubbing alcohol,
and burn my eyes with chemical bleach,
you'd still be in my bluntly put dreams.

wash out my mouth with soap, cut my silk
wounds to bits, I will always love you,
even in death and holy eternity.

true love is exactly this; devotion until broke.
trying to post more.
Written by
Luna Quinn
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