Dominic Riccitello
Mar 28, 2017

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tables turned to tables twist to miss the days of eternal bliss with hell twined you call forth in the wind of our sorrow we divide to abide by the love of a once desire the clock strikes eleven air sets on fire pain in the eve broken wings with broken lust how trust rusts love combusts and leaves you blue with hues and shaky knees longing sentences and a heart which can’t see without eyes