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Everyone paints a different picture of LoveWhat matters are the details,The small bits of differing color and patternsSunbursts of red, where for anot..
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The edges of Then and Now bleed togetherTime is an orb I hold in my handThough I cannot recognize my dreams from waking momentsIt all tastes the same ..
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I want to worship your soul,crack open what's hidden by your flesh suck it from your bones. I want the brutal truth of you, I want to show it to you t..
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