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Playing the cure you held my hands in cold delight as thoughts of black played from my eyes, Sensation, rolling off you're skin with steady ecstasy, Up my arms you swayed like a child with fire, careful not to rip this ugly flayed, tender body, Those arms now wrapped around my back, beautiful silk like lips pressed against my sickly face, a fragile glass skeleton, Soon to be another notch in my belt of melancholy i imagined, only in self absorbed regret for masking this lie, taunting you're elegy in every stroke, ****** away my freakish nature, cold, still so cold. With a midnight veil setting upon us, it was time to begin our graceful sin, We danced a dance only the outcast and lonely can and from beauty to beast you whispered to me, the taboo tango, the taboo tango.
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Jul 18, 2012
Jul 18, 2012 at 10:24 PM UTC
One love to many for a monster
Playing the cure you held my hands in cold delight as thoughts of black played from my eyes, Sensation, rolling off you're skin with steady ecstasy, Up my arms you swayed like a child with fire, careful not to rip this ugly flayed, tender body, Those arms now wrapped around my back, beautiful silk like lips pressed against my sickly face, a fragile glass skeleton, Soon to be another notch in my belt of melancholy i imagined, only in self absorbed regret for masking this lie, taunting you're elegy in every stroke, ****** away my freakish nature, cold, still so cold. With a midnight veil setting upon us, it was time to begin our graceful sin, We danced a dance only the outcast and lonely can and from beauty to beast you whispered to me, the taboo tango, the taboo tango.
JaredSmith
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Jul 18, 2012
Jul 18, 2012 at 10:24 PM UTC
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