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Jul 2013
we fill ourselves with each other
and as we drown utter curses between us
we push each other away further
and lament of distance and of trust
we slash our wrists in muted pleasure
and despair of blades that rust
still we cling so desperately to forever
to a love that will never last

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phantasmal
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phantasmal
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   madeline may, ---, Trecker, st64, Breeze and 2 others
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