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Victim of circumstances The past, she glances A mirror of nightmares she can't take The edges are unstable Standing on a table, mangled A bladed cycle never claimed Her feral heart breaks Her soul lays in a ash tray God has no shame She reconciles A chance for denial Her fire is fame Wiping her vane tears, announcing her fears with a smile
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May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 10:01 PM UTC
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Victim of circumstances The past, she glances A mirror of nightmares she can't take The edges are unstable Standing on a table, mangled A bladed cycle never claimed Her feral heart breaks Her soul lays in a ash tray God has no shame She reconciles A chance for denial Her fire is fame Wiping her vane tears, announcing her fears with a smile
Karajean
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May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 10:01 PM UTC
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