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I unravel in your arms, no more than a tattered baby blanket in your eyes.
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Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC
Comfort at its Best
I unravel in your arms, no more than a tattered baby blanket in your eyes.
I'm back, the sky grey upon my return as the gods cry.
FrancisRowell
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Jul 7, 2017
Jul 7, 2017 at 10:27 AM UTC
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