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wings of an angel... hardly, they don't pick you up.
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I'm taking from other's words, they jot them downand how do we knoware they real, romantic predictionsthat I shouldn't be listening to..my guilty plea..
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If I could undress you as I do my thoughts,set deep in my mind; you accompany themspilling out at night, when all protection fleesto leave empty, once..
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decipher between,the liars else,there is, may be, haven't we all been known totremble at the thought of the truth, trigger,take sarcastic bites with v..
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hark solemn herintentions, drawn upon fired cross-blades,gripped, ofmelting spirits, flawlessly serrated,to one another they flowlaying firmly,togethe..
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should I wear a sinful smile when I prayed for itand I'm healed in time, my body did not grant me thatwishing, of no one else to know, our little secr..
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shetrick-some teases toiling hairplaying knowing movements, touchestakes the times to settle, figures outwhat does besot one over and timeeach again, ..
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did you ever hold me like you do her,every memory I held of you, seems to havedrifted secretly from my grasp, and it alljust causes me to want to find..
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death my love,dulcet nectarous solitudethat haunts me only too well,dominating deduction, anxiety of my mindwrithing through skulls thick of leaddrown..
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Our silvered friend, a foe they call, creeps delicate uponhands replace tissues torn away, of mycontroversy's delight.Though it were not you who found..
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