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I Bleed White - success

I bleed white I am feared hating each sight behaving wierd. skeptical to everything reluctant to each like a lone king who to everyone beseech Trembling lips and numb fingers sweating forhead sips, mind's sap and lingers. often swooning around and hiding behind can be seen dead on ground I am success hard to find.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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