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Clear water


Clearwater running through turns black as it touches you skin like ice eyes like glass it's been quite some time I put it all in the past your lips are red your skin so fair if I were to touch you you take me there under your clothes which led me in under the filth which causes the guilt knowing the truth what you are what I have done I've been scarred..
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