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Black Clinging to ledge Stretching blood scratched finger tips out On hard cold stone gusts trying to pry me away In the darkness Clinging to you A shale of scripts and prophesies Fell past us Worn out creeds Into the deep dark chasms of...
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Silenttomorrows
61-69, M
3 replies 33 views Sep 4, 2016
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Silenttomorrows · 61-69, M
Moved house and 10 weeks without internet :/ loads of sorting out - how are you
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Serenitree · F
Wow. I love this. I've missed you. Where have you been?
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Silenttomorrows · 61-69, M
I replied above - I still haven't got the hang of this :)
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