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Nov 2012
today my hair started to curl in that sinister style,
i thought it was the heavy clouds of rain,
that broke the straight line.
but,
they hissed inside my ears. that I could make
stone breath fresh air.
liar, liar.

my sinful desires undo me, once again.
wandabitch
Written by
wandabitch  Promethea
(Promethea)   
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