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Jul 2012
She sits on the sidelines
Outlined by shadow and smoke
Her curling p's and q's go unnoticed
Watching him wallow in darkness
Persephone and Hades comes to mind
Although in reverse
The ashes of her springtime **** craves the bright burning flame of hisΒ 
Unforgiveness
Coming on like a fifth street ******
Red lips and sky high thighs
She's got bad intentionsΒ 
His fathomless inkwell craves the sweetness of her embrace
We all aren't built the same she thinks
But she'd let him tap her vein
Violets and stars winking in her vision
His cold touch finally reaches her
Hot skin melting past his reluctant facade
It was all a game he whispers
To get you closer
**To make you mine
Wanderer
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Wanderer  Between Midnight and 3am
(Between Midnight and 3am)   
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