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Jul 2014
Your heart is ice,
but my hands can be fire,
I promise.
                just stay.
I can melt through you-
let me hold you,
and take the pain
                              away.
But I can't help but leave
destruction in my wake.
I'm burning up
                          our days.
An apology for my selfish ways


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the Sandman
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the Sandman  clouds&bubbles in my head
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     Yasha Harkness, luc, Firearms, ady, adr and 15 others
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