She
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Última publicación mié, sep 11, 2019
I don't wanna be in
To avert the pain
But as much as wanting
to freed the soul
Halt.
Found myself barely wrapped
In the arms of you unending lies
And alloyed callousness
Still. I loved the feeling.
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