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If you spend too much time reflecting on what once was, trying to breathe life into your past.. It can turn hope into nothing but a ghost, exorcising ..
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My childhood fears still being breast-fed by darkness.. Clutching this security blanket of pain, the whites of my knuckles like tiny ghosts hauntin..
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A bead of sweat slipping across her tan line like an illegal alien crossing the border searching for some shade.. The whispers of their love whist..
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I've tied together the threads of our love, just so I can hang those memories like crippled mistletoes living within the shadows of a lost kiss..
Br..
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My mind is a runway modeling your thoughts, dressing up those lonely nights.. There's no need for me to see skin, for your pantie line is the edges of..
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He wore her sweat the way an ocean sips upon a mornings fog, goosebumps engorged with their love.. The buds of his tongue erect, sweeping across the..
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Magic is that second just before true love breaks.. You see, magic isn't making something disappear, it's allowing your faith to flower giving you eve..
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Don't try and get inside my mind, for I've been trying to escape since the day I was conceived.. Unfortunately even before I could see, I tasted t..
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