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Nov 2014
Deep dark blue glacier pools of artificial coldness,
your eyes.
In a hollow mahogany box i like to think that is where your selfishness sits, i find myself wanting to take a peak inside that box.
Thinking it will unlock the secrets in what makes you human, while
looking into that hollow shell you walk around in.
it's so dark there.
Uncomfortable but yet i am slipping, slipping within that dark.
Pull me into you.
Grab onto me fully ****** me down, down into the abyss, with you.
I can feel my lungs fill with water drowning, drowning in your sorrows.
Lorelai
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