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Jul 2018
You got me so drunk
I forgot what a hangover was.
Twisted lies,
and the devils eyes.
In between the happiness,
is what I call hate.
Unlike what you might think,
it's what made me want you
in the first place.
I crave a drop of you and your face
now and then
when I'm not really thirsty.
I search for mercy
wrapping myself in the sky,
going to bed,
planning what I might do
when you let me drink again
the next time I see you.
Shadow Dragon
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Shadow Dragon  18/F
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       ---, Survived, Lerin, Tess, Γ–zcan Sh and 7 others
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