Jun 13, 2004 19:01
You are the word I can't bring myself to spill. grind my teeth just a lil harder. the taste won't leave. me. alone. the blood won't stop seething my buds. of flawless dressings. violent spasms for dreaming of love. pointless stars in countless worlds. make me starve. the walls inside this contraption.
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