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Walk Alone

It is getting dark, mother nature is stuck between blue skies and a twinkling abyss. Its a good night to go take a walk on a bed of thorns. Leave foot prints of blood so love can find its way to you. And when love finds you, hate gushes out of its mouth like a cluster of butterflies.

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