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Apr 24, 2010
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Living in a house of glass
this touch of mine is cold
keeping out
the warmth of people
of this life
I used to hold
simple thoughts
are all I keep
alone with dreams
the night I meet
this touch of mine is cold
keeping out
the warmth of people
of this life
I used to hold
simple thoughts
are all I keep
alone with dreams
the night I meet
— mantiscepter, Apr 24, 2010
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Seren
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Dear John
mantiscepter
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Delicate