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It creeps inside company we keep, latching on I beseech *You to reach forward and teach me to escape thy leech.* the darkened soul always on patrol Looking to take hold of souls made of gold. My dear soul so old. Filled one thousand forms before me, and in the morning it may come A darkened soul  adores me, Now I spend eternity on the run. You were never for me But to me you held a gun, "Forget any other for me." "No no, you are not the one." Even the brightest soul made just for me, can not compare to the love of the Sun.
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
Love The One
It creeps inside company we keep, latching on I beseech *You to reach forward and teach me to escape thy leech.* the darkened soul always on patrol Looking to take hold of souls made of gold. My dear soul so old. Filled one thousand forms before me, and in the morning it may come A darkened soul  adores me, Now I spend eternity on the run. You were never for me But to me you held a gun, "Forget any other for me." "No no, you are not the one." Even the brightest soul made just for me, can not compare to the love of the Sun.
jennifer-weiss
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Nov 18, 2014
Nov 18, 2014 at 1:37 PM UTC
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