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Jun 2012
&
Each slow-alone-second
will bring me closer,
to the darkness.

Closer to the sun.
Closer, to my roots.
Or to something. Good.

&
When it sets.
I too, will blend
with the darkness.

&
****, will look
a
little better.
Sacrelicious
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Sacrelicious  31/M/Hell
(31/M/Hell)   
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     Michaela Sielaff and Sacrelicious
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