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Brittled skins of a maiden From last night’s torment Under a coffee shop’s peaceful ambience Feeling bluest of blue As secrets and confessions Were written in cuts, crimson wounds
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
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Brittled skins of a maiden From last night’s torment Under a coffee shop’s peaceful ambience Feeling bluest of blue As secrets and confessions Were written in cuts, crimson wounds
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Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:31 AM UTC
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