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Dec 2015
Behind gothic eyes her shadows hide
Silence screams from deep inside
I try to ease her soul’s unrest
What went wrong I can only guess

Black and red yet dark as lies
Mascara runs, I know she cries
Cotton under a woolly fleece
She’s running from the dream police

Silver rings pierce her skin
But will she ever let me in …

Guitars distort an angry tune
A song of lovers surely doomed
Is she with me, she says yes
She says life's a ******* mess

I kiss her lace; she takes me home
Tonight she won’t bleed alone...
Traveler Tim
re to 03-19
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Traveler  57/Temporally on earth.
(57/Temporally on earth.)   
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