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Mar 2018
When the clock stands still,
I open the pit, my hypocritical lips that has been sealed.
A simple kiss, an act of love turned to a serpents needs,
trespassing your beliefs.

Eager for death, At the end of time.
Our breath will smell the same to the divine.
I will be you, You will be I,
Symbolizing there will be no future to our child.
In the center of space we leave our tribulations aside...
Written by
amme  27/M/Sweden
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