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The stars, the sky up above, expanding with its long black finger tips. As a child he would lay on the grass at night, and reach his hands into the sk..
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Broken down, whipped and tamed.
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He hides within his words.
Hides behind his lies.
His silver tongue, sweet like honey.
His eyes ever so charming.
An idol to all, a lover ..
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A taste, was all it took.
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Smiles, smiles all around.
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A river pure as oil, a soul as clean as dirt.
Crimson with sin, and thick with guilt.
A guilt so cruel and so very cold.
Cold as the prods of..
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Even dead gods dream.
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A leap of faith.
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The largest smile holds the deepest scars.
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