The Broodings Of A Bound Escapist
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Thursday, 25 December 2014
Fables Of A Forlorn Forever #8
To not see you,
To not hear you,
To not feel you,
To not taste you,
To not smell you,
Is to be punished
Every second I am alive
For a crime that only exists in our minds.
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