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Fresh sin. Sweaty bodies sway. Deamonds swim in the rich liquid that burns down my throat. Minutes evaporate in the that smoke leaves my lips. Innocence dies. ***** knifes lay rusting in the sink. Shattered dreams cut open my feet as I pull myself up. Oh sweet, sweet, sweet fresh sin. Young sin. Godless sin. The spark that ignites and turns all happiness to ash. Mistakes remain etched in my memory, like a permanent tattoo. Eternal flame replaces the friendly shoulder.
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 11:58 PM UTC
Fresh Sin
Fresh sin. Sweaty bodies sway. Deamonds swim in the rich liquid that burns down my throat. Minutes evaporate in the that smoke leaves my lips. Innocence dies. ***** knifes lay rusting in the sink. Shattered dreams cut open my feet as I pull myself up. Oh sweet, sweet, sweet fresh sin. Young sin. Godless sin. The spark that ignites and turns all happiness to ash. Mistakes remain etched in my memory, like a permanent tattoo. Eternal flame replaces the friendly shoulder.
sasharr
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 11:58 PM UTC
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