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It must be dropped into the Catacombs; my love for you that is. Lucid lights tremble as I choose to forget you, the taste of you that is. I wore white gloves when I touched you; your sultry skin that is. I traced the freckles from head to toe, on your sultry skin that is. Tailors knitted my love for you deep in my lungs. When I breath now, black dye excavates my body; those are the memories of you; Those are the secrets of you. It must be trapped in the Catacombs, my love for you that is. In between my pillows, I smile. The Catacombs have buried my love for you. I don't have to anymore.
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
It must be trapped in the Catacombs.
It must be dropped into the Catacombs; my love for you that is. Lucid lights tremble as I choose to forget you, the taste of you that is. I wore white gloves when I touched you; your sultry skin that is. I traced the freckles from head to toe, on your sultry skin that is. Tailors knitted my love for you deep in my lungs. When I breath now, black dye excavates my body; those are the memories of you; Those are the secrets of you. It must be trapped in the Catacombs, my love for you that is. In between my pillows, I smile. The Catacombs have buried my love for you. I don't have to anymore.
TheShame
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Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC
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