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Turn A Leaf
Tiptoeing through twilight listening to whispers call my
name of dark proclivities. In silence, mourning the loss of
your touch. Losing myself in my fragile psychosis of pain.
Looking into your pale eyes truer than blue hidden neath the
veil, laid back down. Taking time to turn a leaf in the
breathless, tiptoeing through twilight.
name of dark proclivities. In silence, mourning the loss of
your touch. Losing myself in my fragile psychosis of pain.
Looking into your pale eyes truer than blue hidden neath the
veil, laid back down. Taking time to turn a leaf in the
breathless, tiptoeing through twilight.
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