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Joined: 3/5/2010 Posts: 2 Points: 6 Location: Paris
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Under the hunter.
The cold winds won't stop until i'm going underwater. The white lies you made sounded like a black wound under my stomach.
I have reached a stone, sweet love, deep down into the hole i dug. It was a promise I made you a long time ago, oozing of bruises.
In this sweaty night, I was hunting you, sweet heart of mine.
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