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The eyes that roamed soon stood their ground against the sound of love bemoaned The glass half full turned liquid dark Electric spark soon bittered gall Love letters read leads to the brink their scrawling ink not all which bled |
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Edited by
ilikedrums
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Sun 08/09/15 04:31 PM
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Nicely done. :)
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Thank you :)
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