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Finding the boundaries that carry us away The person we portray and the one we confine Well mannered ****** deviant out of control The urge to be perfect, held higher then a world on fire burying her feet in the pit of the ashes with no meaning Her skin thickened A kiss from another comfort A carressing finger tip A body erratically pushing Magnificently disturbed, naked on a decaying blanket Eating burnt cookies and old tea, she will never leave A foolish love A half full comfort She is destroyed and so is the universe circling her A head held up and mouth forced shut by the whiskey bottle tape to her neck Silence as she walks blessed She is nothing but forgiveness
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May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
Who should she be
Finding the boundaries that carry us away The person we portray and the one we confine Well mannered ****** deviant out of control The urge to be perfect, held higher then a world on fire burying her feet in the pit of the ashes with no meaning Her skin thickened A kiss from another comfort A carressing finger tip A body erratically pushing Magnificently disturbed, naked on a decaying blanket Eating burnt cookies and old tea, she will never leave A foolish love A half full comfort She is destroyed and so is the universe circling her A head held up and mouth forced shut by the whiskey bottle tape to her neck Silence as she walks blessed She is nothing but forgiveness
Karajean
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May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
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