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See the blood warm, when it feels cold.
Your image dies through your mother’s glass.
Your fall by the grave, might never die.
- by Yami-Oni92 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/29/2009 |
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- Title: dead
- Artist: Yami-Oni92
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- Date: 04/29/2009
- Tags: dead
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