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Oct 2015
Deliver me to delirium, my sweet;
Help fade my ills--sink the ships
That ferry the earth from A to B,
With the sedating nature of your lips.

Take my hands and lead me to the trance,
Which has rested between these frozen sheets
For far too long, praying my demands
Are met, alone with you, somewhere in my dreams.
To add to 'the album' or not? Spare of the moment write. Still, in my eyes, Self-Harm is better.
Mouthpiece
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Mouthpiece  26/M/Liverpool, UK
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