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An Unconscionable crime To live and love without you Sad now to realize a slow ghost has no claim on time I guess you filled up A tic on this point A fallen to sleep limb came back pins and needles. For me Dismembered A grave only flowers to high altitudes nose bleed trickles proof in deep red death hue paint to make a sad story sway And a lengthy jilted tilted stare dead love gives a look Hard to bare
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Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 7:33 PM UTC
A slow ghost thinking has no claim on time
An Unconscionable crime To live and love without you Sad now to realize a slow ghost has no claim on time I guess you filled up A tic on this point A fallen to sleep limb came back pins and needles. For me Dismembered A grave only flowers to high altitudes nose bleed trickles proof in deep red death hue paint to make a sad story sway And a lengthy jilted tilted stare dead love gives a look Hard to bare
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Jan 29, 2018
Jan 29, 2018 at 7:33 PM UTC
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