"Never love a wild thing.
The bite marks they leave heal
But the corrupt mind is yours to keep."
"Can you not see?
Even the most angelic mind the devil prances in."
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 7:22 PM UTC
"Never love a wild thing.
The bite marks they leave heal
But the corrupt mind is yours to keep."
"Can you not see?
Even the most angelic mind the devil prances in."
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