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Friday, February 20, 2015
Indigo
I'll taste the filth of your mercy
And kiss the back of your hand
Steeped in my curiosity
I cannot leave it behind!
Pray that I survive the dreams
That I paid for in gold coins
Stark, beautiful, even in our darkest hours.
Beastly, ghastly and ambitious to the core.
Locked together in this whirlpool of uncertainty
There is no turning back!
Hold on to me, we are nothing but...
Two lovers fading to black.
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