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She Lit a Thief
Not sober yet unwinding.
The dying in extasy with her only man.
The come before the horizon.
Who the hell says death is equal?
14 and there was a lost faith in her mother's lover's door she used to scratch on. In the air of sin and misfortune.
I gave my life a match once.
An ego.
An "I ".
She knew who she was then.
Not a child, but a goddess.
A goodness. "I don't believe in god", she said.
2000 evoked this wake.
Then he came in the light with an ax, dear death.
I hear a cat's cry of she losing her virginity in her future casket.
I hear a man's lost mind.
The only heaven........is the red on the front of my cigarette in the dark.
The dying in extasy with her only man.
The come before the horizon.
Who the hell says death is equal?
14 and there was a lost faith in her mother's lover's door she used to scratch on. In the air of sin and misfortune.
I gave my life a match once.
An ego.
An "I ".
She knew who she was then.
Not a child, but a goddess.
A goodness. "I don't believe in god", she said.
2000 evoked this wake.
Then he came in the light with an ax, dear death.
I hear a cat's cry of she losing her virginity in her future casket.
I hear a man's lost mind.
The only heaven........is the red on the front of my cigarette in the dark.
Published 10th Apr 2013
| Edited 11th Apr 2013
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10th Apr 2013 10:38pm
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you b. messaging sums of quotable's.
more hits than misses.
of course that's this readers own personal call.
but yeah.. from what eye've read
you put the work in onna whole nuther level
appreciate your effort
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you b. messaging sums of quotable's.
more hits than misses.
of course that's this readers own personal call.
but yeah.. from what eye've read
you put the work in onna whole nuther level
appreciate your effort
.
.
11th Apr 2013 5:42pm
