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Aug 2014
After the rage burns forbidden words on my flesh and tears into my soul,
What is left?
Emptiness.
It's touch ignites my darkest desires,
It forces me to stare at my own reflection until i start counting all the tiny cracks and crevices like i used to count the stars.
-Forever, Raine
Cece Raine
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