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In your sun I know I'll drown
So I rise when it goes down.
Add all my years, I am so old
yet I'll never feel your cold.
Your punctured skin are signs you're dead
but that to me means I am fed.
I'll lure you in with fake romance.
The lies I'll tell, you'll take a chance.
Allaying your fears, I'll promise you years.
Then, muffled screams that no one hears.
So what you see as silver and gold
in reality, a death so cold.

Poetry by Kaydee.

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markus666
12:37 Apr 16 2019

Beautifully presented.

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SinfulMelody
13:08 Apr 16 2019

beautiful

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Theon
02:02 Apr 18 2019

love it

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sippa
08:54 Apr 18 2019

this is great

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