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Past Refrection

I love her and him and all of them  
inside the home and outside.
So scared, so wary, I open a palm  
to breathe life into sheim,
a masterpiece of concertos, so tremendous in stature, stardom.  
A relic of the past spit roast will feed the future into love so infinite that it cums again, all over the turpentine seat belt holding in the gasps. With air so sharp  
and no cheese to fold, only cards will underhandedly hold.  
Written by mantisdeer (Cait)
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Firgive this power chord wip.
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