Blame me

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Blame me, 
for all the sins we made,
together, 
when we were in our high.
calm again, 
and love me once again
this time,
I'll blame you
for every sins,
for every crazy shits,
we're going to do together

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  1. A Friend of a FriendMay 30, 2019 at 8:44 AM

    Can't blame someone you love.
    A Sin wrapped in beauty, Fire in her eyes, a mouth that spoke wisdom and truth and weakened the heart's of men with just one look.Her soul deeper than the bottom of the ocean with scars for miles. A beauty but why is she sad she's loved but not by herself.

    Another brilliant poem cryptic my friend ♥

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    1. y๏μɲǥ ąρ๏ll๏May 30, 2019 at 8:41 PM

      tnx, Even her look is a sin to the gods, but the devil praised her because it was a purest thing to them

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  2. A Friend of a FriendMay 31, 2019 at 9:52 AM

    My friend the devil was an angel something that pure that naive is an easy pick. Lets see who she's loyal to

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