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If I gave you my hope Would you burn it Not dark at the edges But clean through Until there is nothing But the ashes of What once was Purified in fire Damaging, destroying What you sought to Glorify now gone
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Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
They Call Me Shangri-La...
If I gave you my hope Would you burn it Not dark at the edges But clean through Until there is nothing But the ashes of What once was Purified in fire Damaging, destroying What you sought to Glorify now gone
WickedHope
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Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
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