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Anything for a friend Means not only petty favours Or discounts on coffee. Kindness, is it really? At 3am, holding your hair back Mouth waters, yearning for a taste Of the promised land, so close. Kindred matchstick kindle Almost small enough to slip through the cracks. "Malady, my lady, I have none." Only silver strength and iron will. Killing you with a smoulder, caressing lost lover As surely as the nuMbing cOld finally maKes you feel anything at all.
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Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
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Anything for a friend Means not only petty favours Or discounts on coffee. Kindness, is it really? At 3am, holding your hair back Mouth waters, yearning for a taste Of the promised land, so close. Kindred matchstick kindle Almost small enough to slip through the cracks. "Malady, my lady, I have none." Only silver strength and iron will. Killing you with a smoulder, caressing lost lover As surely as the nuMbing cOld finally maKes you feel anything at all.
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Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 4:30 PM UTC
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