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Unbolt this cursed door. I say, Unchain this changing lock. Take the mirrors from the Window - I think I can fill that spot Between your lines of Paradise - Within the ripples of the pond, To depths - I dream - to reach, Create Internalizing bonds Between the one I used to be And what he may become Laced together presently - Three (or four) turn One.
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Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 10:39 PM UTC
Of Paradise
Unbolt this cursed door. I say, Unchain this changing lock. Take the mirrors from the Window - I think I can fill that spot Between your lines of Paradise - Within the ripples of the pond, To depths - I dream - to reach, Create Internalizing bonds Between the one I used to be And what he may become Laced together presently - Three (or four) turn One.
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Dec 10, 2012
Dec 10, 2012 at 10:39 PM UTC
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