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The blade of lust cuts me deep, And u seem to like the sight of it, And nothing takes us by chance, Not even when I break and u just stand. Far off u see a pretty sight, You do everything and u slay me, But when u get there, All has gone to none, All was always dust. And now when u know u'll die, U run back. U touch. And u want our fire back, When nothing took us by chance, For a ...
Saturday 27th June 2015 7:52 am
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