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A sequin murderous soul

They bruise their pupils with the sharp red roses. They built in an empire with fur ruffles & sequins. They lived with poise spark & jealousy. Burnt yet alive, torn yet together. Eyes, prudent of all, Minds, dangerous of all. Survive, said the Father Believe, said the Jesus
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misssaitwal
20 / F / Bombay
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Written by
misssaitwal
20 / F / Bombay
Published
Jun 16, 2018
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11·48
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#survive#believe#father#jesus#jealousy#dangerous#torn#bruise#roses#burnt
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