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The gazebos roof looked daunting Hypnotic fear The kind that makes my ***** hot sweaty screaming for more of what you've got Pulsating fear sits in the core of my temples I saw the source in the forest through it's dark inconsistencies A void Branches, loom You're hand You're light I'll tell you, Smug eyes Dark circles The notches in your wrist It meant nothing
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Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 4:11 PM UTC
Nothing remained, not our love nor I
The gazebos roof looked daunting Hypnotic fear The kind that makes my ***** hot sweaty screaming for more of what you've got Pulsating fear sits in the core of my temples I saw the source in the forest through it's dark inconsistencies A void Branches, loom You're hand You're light I'll tell you, Smug eyes Dark circles The notches in your wrist It meant nothing
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Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 4:11 PM UTC
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