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shredded mind mended with someone elses words.
notagamble
Jun 04, 2007 21:33
your last kiss was something more like shrapnel...
...my heart is as cold as the clouds of your breath and
my words are as timed as the beating in my chest...
...heave, ho, thieves and (
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