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Untitled IITrying to stop the words from coming out there's a murmer follows me, speaks in whispers, loud and clear, and yet forbids me to hear.Untitled II
Hanging on the edge, fingernails convert to claws, the earth is dry beaneath my grip, and so i slip, i hope fortune will turn so one day i can watch you burn
Lungs breathe in, breathe out The arsonists match lights my face, a grin. I'm being seduced by paraffin i hope fortune will turn so one day i can watch you burn.
Now here's a flame, a stabbing pain it's piecred my heart, is this in vain? liv
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