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callerofcrows

Published: Mar 26, 2013

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My mind is but
a house of cards,
its contents wildly flung;

and if madness is
a monster's mouth,
I'm caught upon its tongue.

Misunderstanding

AnastasiaSalmina

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Sammur-amat

Apr 7, 2013

I can think of one: the life of dee

brilliant beauty this one, lizzielove

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