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Aug 2014
i never meant to hurt you.

only to play.

and that came at a great cost.

more than all of the shiny things i would've bought you.

and now you have your prize,
and i have my cross.

are we even?
James Nigh
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James Nigh  where air is never clean
(where air is never clean)   
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