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musing

by @vinca

sweetest dream, masterpiece of mine that I live to perfect, to sculpt, to polish. sweetest dream, masterpiece of mine that would make Calliope cry, we aren't her fault, are we? sweetest dream, masterpiece of mine that is a heretical creation, a compilation of lies. sweetest drug, bastard of mine that lulls me into life, we snuggle with my defeat.
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22 / F
Published
Feb 7, 2019
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#madness#freeverse
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