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by againstLet Me Go
And I am a writer, writer of fictions
I am the heart that you call home And I've written pages upon pages Trying to rid you from my bones I'm a moneylender I have fortunes upon fortunes Take my hand for tender I am tortured, ever tortured And if you don't love me, let me go Nikon D50, Tokina 12-24mm, Photoshop |
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