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Up close as soft as a winters coil. suckubinned dead of night, reiterating. the glitter on the spyglass, as a telescope is much disorientated. poisoned is it, i got a blister from it. a can is never full to make it mine, twas out of rough seclusion rapid finger skin dusted back here.
from one, to another now,
'well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way,
im sure your mind is roaming.
im sure your heart is not with me,
But with the country to where you're going'
and as fearsome, rageful, darkest, and OH how long is this desire. the gate is too small for my fists and laughable tears.

Description
Up close as soft as a winters coil. suckubinned dead of night, reiterating. the glitter on the spyglass, as a telescope is much disorientated. poisoned is it, i got a blister from it. a can is never full to make it mine, twas out of rough seclusion rapid finger skin dusted back here.
from one, to another now,
'well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way,
im sure your mind is roaming.
im sure your heart is not with me,
But with the country to where you're going'
and as fearsome, rageful, darkest, and OH how long is this desire. the gate is too small for my fists and laughable tears.