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Jan 2013
Their minds, a mysterious, contemptuous place in which many tried to dive into, and others,
The squeamish, ran after realizing just how cold the water really was.
Their collapsed hearts pump cold blood; the walls bear the claw marks of a legion of memories clawing
Their way out.
They are monsters, but maybe
They need one another to warm the icy blood coursing through their veins.
Harlow
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Harlow
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   --- and spysgrandson
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