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Unknown Collectors (Angel of Sadness)
At times we seem together as one Yet divided, by a separate peace A fresh piece of carne at a leopards feast You love your mother, yet you hate your niece The difference of what we do in life The suspense your neighbors summon As you sometimes brutally yet gently massage your wife This is for my audience, my caretaker This loneliness that satisfies your heartbreaker The finale of one journey Now finer mystery’s path a previous existing path My weakest subject Life could never be intensive as math Once upon a time We abused these utensils used to pass a laugh As I lie across this highway Crossed by an evil smirk, should I die this day But this is for my audience, my caretaker This loneliness that satisfies your heartbreaker One more season to premiere Unspoken chores My reason to consider sympathy my dear My lungs and finger tips Instruments, hung, and yet linger over infant cribs Beneath my nails, peeling scabs from my flesh Seiged in hell, revealing punctured abs Some old, some fresh A lasting resting place Man is passing, time so fragile Yet it seems to be forever testing this vase
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