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It was yours to hold, yours to keep Blood stained floral dress Death reaquaints this love. Life but only a flash of lightening, Love now a murky hue. It was yours to hold, yours to keep. Holding jaggered shards within your hands. Torture sweet; a pain I longed for. Death reaquaints this love. Reeds now brushing along my ***** Muddy waters swaying this lifeless body It was yours to hold, yours to keep. Longing for your empty caress. Now a dull red, dances over porcelain skin Death reaquaints this love. Pale eyes stare back upon your face. My heart you stole; serrated silver helped. It was yours to hold, yours to keep Death reaquaints this love.
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
Love is a ghost.
It was yours to hold, yours to keep Blood stained floral dress Death reaquaints this love. Life but only a flash of lightening, Love now a murky hue. It was yours to hold, yours to keep. Holding jaggered shards within your hands. Torture sweet; a pain I longed for. Death reaquaints this love. Reeds now brushing along my ***** Muddy waters swaying this lifeless body It was yours to hold, yours to keep. Longing for your empty caress. Now a dull red, dances over porcelain skin Death reaquaints this love. Pale eyes stare back upon your face. My heart you stole; serrated silver helped. It was yours to hold, yours to keep Death reaquaints this love.
A ****** mess is love...
jody-anne-cauchi
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Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
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