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Betrayal invites itself for dinner when the murky air won’t lift revealing the shattered facade that's rebuilding a fallen idol. There are pieces scattered afar of resolution and calm that wouldn’t stay choking on the whims of forlorn affection the rope is cut, the fall is long. Down at the bottom, strangers are friends sirens are lures and the moon has a heart quietly lay sleeping, anger is dreaming marriage is the fury of destiny’s wrath.
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 4:46 AM UTC
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Betrayal invites itself for dinner when the murky air won’t lift revealing the shattered facade that's rebuilding a fallen idol. There are pieces scattered afar of resolution and calm that wouldn’t stay choking on the whims of forlorn affection the rope is cut, the fall is long. Down at the bottom, strangers are friends sirens are lures and the moon has a heart quietly lay sleeping, anger is dreaming marriage is the fury of destiny’s wrath.
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 4:46 AM UTC
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