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Bloodlined Calligraphy The Beginning Of The End

How faces change like the seasons, and how I miss your spring. I tried to sleep through winter, but dead roses still have thorns. Up in flames you seemed

Is it our convictions that separate us. The Scene that we live for should liberate us. The eyes that you stare with are sore and searing. The words that

And I can make you happy too. Her lips like venom, her eyes so deadly. Beneath a fire that burns blue, a heart untouched, a heart abused. You hurt like