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blood ridden hands are the first thingsto come through the bedwhen all the pain in your lifecomes to a headpoor lost soulwith no place to gowait until winterand you'll knowthree years fold through your lies untoldinnocence undoes her blindfoldwho else's hands have touchedwho i best understandheld close the neck and waistof my adult orphanthis summer endsthe evenings we spentlife under china dinner dinwishes best to mystery addressi found deep in your occult key cheston my suicide cloudleft me in the pit of my morning poutan emptiness throughoutthis scarred and sullied soul you threw outwhat possessed you not to include mehow have you failed to invite mehow could you laugh with her in that theatrewhen you're off and i'm alone
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