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dead carnations
it came in the morning
with plans of life and motivation to do better
some say well tyming of a unwelcomed deity
i say i broken girl with a fesstering womb
should worship tyme less and die along everyone else
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she tells me things in a hipocrite tone i know well
she says my love, she says nothing
her world is a hell i can't even touch
i would love to kill her to end her torcher
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like stars in my belly going supernova
devistating consquece of being human
no denile on the face of death today
the constapate still crippleing the innocent
she touchs her face
invisible notion.....emotion
it's damning and altogher hellbound
the thoughts to cross the lips of a known devil
comfort
i wept for a moment..one i will charish
the smell of small death on my hands
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Ca-Ca-Cocaine
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she crawled up his spine, and i am dust. i can't remember but it's a sin to let yourself forget.such distant eyes and no notice.this is pathic...back in a state of craveing it, detox.i can't afford to care ( Read more... )
