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Was I wrong? My mind fails me and to conjure the right words the answers embraced nothingness I always think you flawed my reasoning you were what was missing over and over, I say I am not mistaken or fooled dressed in my fantasies the idea of you and i we will be alive until our bones get tired I promise. You are a vagabond, you always were like a migrating flock on a foreign land again and again, amongst all those wanders I begin to carve on my skin. You will find warmth in me and you will erase all your hues you will begin to love me
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC
Second Thoughts
Was I wrong? My mind fails me and to conjure the right words the answers embraced nothingness I always think you flawed my reasoning you were what was missing over and over, I say I am not mistaken or fooled dressed in my fantasies the idea of you and i we will be alive until our bones get tired I promise. You are a vagabond, you always were like a migrating flock on a foreign land again and again, amongst all those wanders I begin to carve on my skin. You will find warmth in me and you will erase all your hues you will begin to love me
READ IT AGAIN, FROM BOTTOM TO TOP TO READ THE SECOND THOUGHT. I hope you all will like this. P.s. I don't care if I'm cheesy or corny, **** you. (whoever you are)
qua-patet-orbis
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Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC
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