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Mar 2014
I would never forgive you,
and heaven could never admit me.
For I'd wash myself in the blackest
of your sins, and slip
away my inner white.
And at the end of the day I'd
breathe out my light, to
haunt you in heated
harmony.
Until our next night
Together.

I am bound to you by
a nooseman's tether.
Life's a Beach
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Life's a Beach
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