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May 2017
And when he started perpetuating my lungs
I did not hesitate, I started clawing him out
"Don't you dare go further in my heart"

Too bad, my words
They were kerosine to his flame-stricken mind
He just gave me a smirk. "**** he lost it"

Brace yourself young sailor
For it is your grave that awaits you
Blame me not I wish
For you knew all along

Darling, you went
inside the eye of the cyclone.
Raven Scherbatsky
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Raven Scherbatsky  28/F
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