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Burning 21

hoping to be hit hard in the mouth with lucidity knocking back the sweat of dark spirits tapping the ash of the last draw onto our knee caps songs suppressed by nothing suffocating under the breath you look up, a silver eye lashed kitten Burning 21

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bg-hermitt

Published: Nov 15, 2012
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