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Your hands feel like forest fires Erupting on my skin Each graze A new scar I will take To the shallow grave of my heart
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Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 10:22 AM UTC
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Your hands feel like forest fires Erupting on my skin Each graze A new scar I will take To the shallow grave of my heart
arham
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Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 10:22 AM UTC
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