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I feel like I'm floating on weed
in cold passion for game
and time upon my window sill
is ever on none but my side

With your fingernails painted
have you held my heart
have you won my game
in cold passion for time
I loved you on my bedside table



Poetry by TomitaRiddle
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Written on 2011-07-28 at 00:56

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Nathalia
Nice one. Very suggestive.
2012-03-03