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She sits with a bottle in her hand. The hippies mourning in sorrow peace signs held, oil seeped into the skin that you now see as damaged. ****** images that will remain unknown. Rain and alcohol Clawing at the front door breaking your throat. snow packed inside her lungs. Years passed of abusive melodies full of teasing whispers Broken glass dancing with her flesh My friends, you will remain unknown. Cigarettes inhaled to shorten the experience. Jeans too tights for the pleasure of his fingers against her **** He is your savior, but your suppressor. She will die unhappy.
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Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 12:11 AM UTC
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She sits with a bottle in her hand. The hippies mourning in sorrow peace signs held, oil seeped into the skin that you now see as damaged. ****** images that will remain unknown. Rain and alcohol Clawing at the front door breaking your throat. snow packed inside her lungs. Years passed of abusive melodies full of teasing whispers Broken glass dancing with her flesh My friends, you will remain unknown. Cigarettes inhaled to shorten the experience. Jeans too tights for the pleasure of his fingers against her **** He is your savior, but your suppressor. She will die unhappy.
julia-veron
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Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 12:11 AM UTC
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