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BEDRAGGLED GHOST OF A SONNET
someday, baby, you know you gotta die.
Monday, September 05, 2011
it started so simply. only, now exists complete restlessness. the cursed enigma. the cyclical ephemeral. sleepy, sleepy cyclone. twisted internal. lay me down, my supernatural. bestow your beloved surrender. sweet, sweet dreams wait whispering.
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