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Once upon a time there was a place where I could touch your face and my war against the reasons why meant nothing. The purity of it had no demons and power was a place that had no need of reason.
Somehow I lost that though. A shard of me is sorry and yet another destroys all we ever had with dragon eyes. There's a darkness in the bones I've grafted to my soul, I know.
Jackal mask now, yet if you meet me on the ripped road...
A touch can be a story told. It can you know, and as for your knife it's anywhere it stabbed and stole.
Somehow I lost that though. A shard of me is sorry and yet another destroys all we ever had with dragon eyes. There's a darkness in the bones I've grafted to my soul, I know.
Jackal mask now, yet if you meet me on the ripped road...
A touch can be a story told. It can you know, and as for your knife it's anywhere it stabbed and stole.
Category Poetry / All
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File Size 715 B
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