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Jun 2014
There is no hell like the one your mind can create

You know no torture then what you can put yourself through

I met a man

he interested me

I could see a past in his eyes

I could tell he carried some demons of his own

eating away at the centers of his bones

and one day i pillow talked my way into his soul

he poured his heart out to me

I drank it on the rocks
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   Harley Hucof, --- and ---
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