Bloodsongcold hands hurt the worst no denying yours were the coldest first. but a new chill takes its place a shiny blade my saving grace. watching my world spin through clouded eyes taking my wrists blood with the only thing still faithful bloodsong-my treasured knife.Bloodsong
scars will form on the tainted sight but tears wont succumb
to a lonely night.
time once again
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standing in white lines,
biblical beings precise
suffocated in
hairspray.
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H.L. Mencken had an ironic understanding of conscience: he called it the inner voice that warns us that someone might be looking.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Im just a summer girl, I where my flip flops, when I let my hair down, thats when the party starts, who needs a boyfriend I got my girlfriends, and when we get together the summer never ends!!!~
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space may be the final frontier,
but it's made in a h o l l y w o o d basement.
//radder crew member
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