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dead soul, present to me lived the life before i breathe so exotically charming, inside a strange grave in a foreign city thrown away. the voices of damaged emotions i hear so keen on them, i mustn’t leave following a dead-end of unhappy mistakes. familiar eyes saw him pick a misguided lane here in the white sand, he’s forever insane a smudged bathtub in blood far away. here lies the miraculous man.
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Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 2:23 AM UTC
the miraculous man
dead soul, present to me lived the life before i breathe so exotically charming, inside a strange grave in a foreign city thrown away. the voices of damaged emotions i hear so keen on them, i mustn’t leave following a dead-end of unhappy mistakes. familiar eyes saw him pick a misguided lane here in the white sand, he’s forever insane a smudged bathtub in blood far away. here lies the miraculous man.
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Jun 2, 2019
Jun 2, 2019 at 2:23 AM UTC
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