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My fault
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My fault |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow 
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Sweat drips down your forehead. You didn't have the time.. Your hands slipped from mine. You feel smooth.. I could drink and sink into you. I wanted to meet a boy just like Elvis.. You just looked away said nothing, acted casual, and kept your shoes tied all tight..You cut off all circulation and you're not so graceful as to even.. wash the blood from your hair, the night enveloped me and I watched my wounds howl deep into shadows I'd never shined light on. I heard you crying from behind the door.. The sweat dripping down your forehead.. it wasn't even my fault. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
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