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Apr 2015
He wears his darkness like a crown
i try to hide mine into the ground
His darkness when comes playing around,
my dug up **** wants to get out,
They play through the night
jumping off high cliffs,
But in the end
he and i
are left with bruised lips.
Written by
indelible ink  india
(india)   
416
   Arlo Disarray
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