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Aug 2017
Chills running down my spine.
Skin crawling as i drink your wine.

Time never waits as we crawl to run into its endless abyss,

Hang on my shredded heart ends, have what is mine, stay?. Take a sip...

Drug me with my own speck of a soul, free me from this hole free me from endless wondering for it, time, is to fast to live and i am to young to die

Now drink from me, complete your galaxy, live in my hole, please, set me free

Please, free me?
trevor vret
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trevor vret  27/M/South africa
(27/M/South africa)   
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