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#ontogeny
I think my love might be alive. Birthed in my loneliness, nurtured by you, lured into the fire, aged with a fool's hope, dressed in black, hungry for pain, looking for more, lived enough, waiting to die.
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May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
The Ontogeny