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Mar 2018
Honey, tells me stories of equations and infinity,

But I don't understand his language,

Sweetie, thinks of me as Hurricane Sandy,

Can't' comprehend my self destruction,

Love, demands I let go,  

Morphine, *******, nicotine,



Tell me how are we supposed to last,

If i'm Lucifer and you're my therapist ?


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beyondthelines
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