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slow exhalations like a dead man's last prayer. never settling gazes and skin which turns black with a lie. you never once told the truth and never once did i.
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Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 8:17 PM UTC
Treated with Silence
slow exhalations like a dead man's last prayer. never settling gazes and skin which turns black with a lie. you never once told the truth and never once did i.
OskarA
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Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 8:17 PM UTC
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