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clinging onto a breakable thread an intervention seen as a threat meaning of love was shred now you are feeling dead his smile coming into still looking divine bleeding skins everything's fine what is left to define for a star that lost her shine a shield was built expecting his charm a token for that man-at-arms like a bullet for a gun that he has been using just for fun
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:09 AM UTC
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clinging onto a breakable thread an intervention seen as a threat meaning of love was shred now you are feeling dead his smile coming into still looking divine bleeding skins everything's fine what is left to define for a star that lost her shine a shield was built expecting his charm a token for that man-at-arms like a bullet for a gun that he has been using just for fun
- Bylla Ahmad
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:09 AM UTC
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