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Mar 2013
gone through
                with dry fingers

the scent lingers
                        on my pillow
                 long after you've gone

I wish your
               pale winter skin
                                   would remain as indefinitely
Dustin The Destroyer
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Dustin The Destroyer  I live in your head
(I live in your head)   
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