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There's holes on the walls. Written in the sand.
Deception on my lips and there's blood on your hands.
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Created on 2015-10-09 00:50:18 (#2451090), last updated 2017-11-27 (393 weeks ago)
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Name: | Arthur |
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![]() Arthur | Inception | |
How many nights have I lain here like this, feverish with plans, with fears, with the last sentence someone spoke, still trying to finish a conversation already over? How many nights were wasted in not sleeping, how many in sleep—I don’t know how many hungers there are, how much radiance or salt, how many times the world breaks apart, disintegrates to nothing and starts up again in the course of an ordinary hour. |
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