Joanne.
TWENTY TWO.
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The dial was rusted vintagely constructed, No you won't disarm my heart. <3 -Tuesday, November 08, 2005
yesteryears, here today.
Seconds to minutes their lips locked like digits.
don't open the safe is unsafe,
no you won't disarm my heart.
the last gift you'll ever get from me is the combination or the key.
to carry out thoughts of a small scale destruction.
i saw this one coming theres no use in running
safe in the distance ignorantly witnessing.
everyone scatter as I had a vision.
a regret you might say,
a worry you might say.