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Asterlia

Published: May 18, 2016

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You burrowed into my chest like a parasite
I didn't know you were there
until

it was too late

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Vanitine13

May 18, 2016

What is this about? I love the wording and I have a few thoughts of what it's about but just in case I'm wrong could you tell me ^^

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