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Jun 2014
It's so easy to hold either white or black when I wake to find you sleeping.
It's the feather fear
Like standing bliss at Cliffside
Like a battle heavy purpose.
I don't want to find myself screaming in the dark water, watching your creases ripple in the light.
Written by
Cheshi
466
   ---, Whiskey Trance and Jake
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