Gah.


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Pulled apart
The red scrape of petals And the broken whisper of
A grating voice
Simplified pain and Battered words splintered And tossed about the floor
My tongue thick and swollen Weighed down and trapped
Retaliate
And repair my inflated wounded Ego
For I would leave you If not for the words
And the love
I would lose myself
In your angular
encompassing shadow
Quieted once more
and sated
My brief taste and desire Of a life With

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Thank you very much for the
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Beyond the dreams...
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So long as taylor kitsch is a drop dead sexy god, I promise I will [insert promise]...--> [link]
\^.^/ <--isn't it cute^^
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:.i'm just swimming in copper to smell and pretend like a robot.:
Thank you very much for the
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Beyond the dreams...
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If you can see this than you are one of the lucky few.
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bleu.
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bleu.
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"There is very little that cannot be accomplished by issuing orders ending with the words: or die"
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