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Oct 2012
Everything Was Stiil,
Silence Limgered In The Air,
Soppy Cement Was A Barren Path,
One Star Poked Through Dawn's Misty Sky,
I Was A Shadow,
Completed With Red Pouty Lips,
And Red Lace Running Along My Fair Skin,
My Eyes Strained To See 20 Feet Ahead,
In The Smuthering Darkness,
And I Couldn't Help Thinking,
About *You
Sorry This Isn't Good.. I'm Just Coming Out Of Writers Block So I'm A Little Rusty
Sydney Victoria
Written by
Sydney Victoria  F/Minnesota
(F/Minnesota)   
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