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A Poem by Ripped Denim 💜

The night's words are said,

to be replayed for all time.

Tears shed in the dark.

Crooked dreams I tread,

warpt mirrors shine, bent bells chime.

Hell's curses I hark.

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Added on January 25, 2014
Last Updated on January 25, 2014

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