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08-05-2013, 10:41 AM
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Left to Write
My cheeks
burn crimson watching You with nervous graveyard eyes Am I left where this is? My heart is trapped beneath the sound of Your cemetary silence This is where I am left The length of my shadow erotic deviance remains untouched by bitter loveless hands Stripping from me my honor freedom of filth love and sky Left Where I am this Drop the shovel if You must But I. . I refuse to be covered in the dirt of Your insecurities this time This is where I am Left to Write
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