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With lingering scars and dead-end hearts, the sky was painted red. This dreamer sought ultraviolence without a second thought. These pavements are not the same as before... Neither is the place I call home anymore... This dreamer with those familiar scars and deserted heart stands under the blood moon ******* on a cherry like a little cherry bomb.
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Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 2:28 AM UTC
Cherry Chérie
With lingering scars and dead-end hearts, the sky was painted red. This dreamer sought ultraviolence without a second thought. These pavements are not the same as before... Neither is the place I call home anymore... This dreamer with those familiar scars and deserted heart stands under the blood moon ******* on a cherry like a little cherry bomb.
I had themes of "A Clockwork Orange" rolling through my mind these days and couldn't get Malcolm Mcdowell's narration from the movie out of my head.
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Jun 3, 2017
Jun 3, 2017 at 2:28 AM UTC
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