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Your anger perpetuated, by crusts of Moon- wading upon your skin- such light a reflection of mirrors, staining hours, which try to run from you your journey, a bitter folding bite- plays tricks, by loves blue shaded vines- you try to disappear back into the cold, of your own existence, if only, to remember, you dont, know anything- and you scream like a wolf for any road- the weeping trees, guide you, with whispers, while time forgets, why? JM!.x
Posted on: Mon, 24 Nov 2014 23:26:50 +0000

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