1. début

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Drenched souls in the starry night,
pass me the salt;
I am craving the taste of miracles

my heart knows nobody no more,
you've shown me the best

and if I can't have you
I dont wan't someone else like you either

incompareable, destructive and delusional
I am a vespertide sun flickering through the trees until the moonlight fades

and I just wish I could sleep at nights.

- (e.m)

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