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Aug 2019
In the crypt
Leaning against tombstones
The Devil whispers secrets I told him
Back to me through the marble slab
I was raised in the shadows of the dead
How will I hold the sun
When you no longer stand between us
Skeleton secrets, burying into the earth
The coffin knocks
It will not sound again
They dead are listening
They will rise
It's spooky time *******
Lexie
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Lexie  22/F/Spent Out
(22/F/Spent Out)   
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     atticus wilson, --- and Crow
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