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Dec 2016
She makes circles out of the smoke that dangles in her fingers
As I try my best to avoid her glances.
But I'm afraid there's not much I can do to stop whats about to come
Although we always see it coming.
She leads me in, further into the blackness of the night.
She makes the sun
Fail to rise.
corpser
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corpser  23/M/philippines
(23/M/philippines)   
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   Jesry Costillas
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