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there's a nightmare with the touch of yours, grinning to my skin yet the note of your voice could dry the atrocity of my soul.
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC
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there's a nightmare with the touch of yours, grinning to my skin yet the note of your voice could dry the atrocity of my soul.
ecka-abraham
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Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 12:51 AM UTC
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