Nov 2016
Inscrutable look.
Deceiving eyes.
I read your soul, therefore I feel.
Come next to me, I want your pain.
Poisonous love running through your veins.
Intoxicated with it, I mourn this loss.
Hug me, strike me.
Be my cross.
Deceiving eyes.
I read your soul, therefore I feel.
Come next to me, I want your pain.
Poisonous love running through your veins.
Intoxicated with it, I mourn this loss.
Hug me, strike me.
Be my cross.
There are some attractions that we can't sometimes explain.
(Pretty Pollock Pines, Ca.)
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