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    dots Submission Name: lovin.dots
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    Author: SetmyselfonFire
    Elite Ratio:    2.83 - 41/55/47
    Words: 103
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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    dotslovin.dots
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    fallen into your hands
    im usually afraid of where my words land
    yet here we are
    life never stopped,while it dug into my heart
    string along your fears of past interfere, so servere,
    so clear ive faced all my fears
    open to a new life
    aint who i was
    open to love, askin his soul..
    are you open to love?

    whyyyyy
    would you let yourself bleed
    he asks me what girls essentially need
    you breathe, succeed, dont know
    cant read
    what hes wrote, dry throat
    where i find no cure
    my hearts like damn,
    be my god of nurture.




    Submitted on 2014-07-22 03:31:55     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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    ||| Comments |||
      Im usually afraid of where my
    Words land

    Good line. I sometimes say things without thinking and they usually get me in trouble

    A) with the girlfriend
    B) when im completely hammered at the bar

    Lol good job.
    | Posted on 2014-07-25 00:00:00 | by kase | [ Reply to This ]


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