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Translucent fingers. Miniature toes. Tiny eyes that cannot see. Tiny lips that open silently. I feel you move And now... I know. I've never been more sure... Life is the disease - you are the cure.
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Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 11:18 PM UTC
Before I Met You
Translucent fingers. Miniature toes. Tiny eyes that cannot see. Tiny lips that open silently. I feel you move And now... I know. I've never been more sure... Life is the disease - you are the cure.
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Jul 8, 2013
Jul 8, 2013 at 11:18 PM UTC
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