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I Like to Write From Time to Time

My innocence is buried within the mysterious depths of her heart
My nights are a battered mess of worldly blurs
My days are the remnants of a lost word
Resting amongst the travesties of her affection, i stumble and bleed upon my own faded reflection.


 
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