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Like a blood sport you play with me. My thumb bleeds. Cannot be salvaged. You are put on display like lamb meat.. Jealousy will ultimately win. Uncoupling has started. The betrayal hides under the lids.Side by side are laid the golden chips. Now you liberate the unbeliever. One day the avalanche will bury the rings. Let's not go back to the sordid details of relative truths. I only wanted to to prove that I was wrong. Knees broken, I will walk.
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Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC
A Guilt On Trial
Like a blood sport you play with me. My thumb bleeds. Cannot be salvaged. You are put on display like lamb meat.. Jealousy will ultimately win. Uncoupling has started. The betrayal hides under the lids.Side by side are laid the golden chips. Now you liberate the unbeliever. One day the avalanche will bury the rings. Let's not go back to the sordid details of relative truths. I only wanted to to prove that I was wrong. Knees broken, I will walk.
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Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 10:55 PM UTC
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