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Echo illicit idioms, into my ear. Speaking ***** always was your favourite pitfall. But maybe getting trapped would be best for us both. Who needs sunlight anyway?
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 4:40 PM UTC
Loud Whispers
Echo illicit idioms, into my ear. Speaking ***** always was your favourite pitfall. But maybe getting trapped would be best for us both. Who needs sunlight anyway?
Whatever you said, became my truth. Such a shame your words were so twist-able.
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 4:40 PM UTC
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