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Poetry
draped on the tip of my sword is poison, thrush tastebuds clinging to the bittersweet taste of forever of which only lasts in dreamer's domains. i never was one.
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vent , venting , nothing much , just writing my daily thoughts about you. As long as I exist, you'll be loved.

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