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saintedmad 25 Jan 2018 Tag: sacrosanct

A this is the part where my words get long

still it isnt enough to be at the place where someone crossed my heart offswiftly; those summers linger with fingers so hot they feel cool, so i remember for a minute. never am i sure of why i need more words to assuage the way i see, even, of course now, and of course then, the...

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