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The Devil sings with your sadness....
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Cross stitched corsets,Morbid molests.And these Lovely Lies are sad compny.With wrought iron whiskers,pleasure bleeding blisters.And oh, these sorrows..
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So here we are, our feetdanglingso, over the edge;To and fro.It came to this, dangerous bliss, you and me;Swinging, swinging from this weeping tree.On..
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And through the starry eyes of wonton whispers,can you feel the embrace.Does it pull you in? And yet, you push and pray.Dont go, dont go, why wont you..
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Under the tree tops of hushed mountians, fires blaze.burning, deep within consuming all.How can I contain, wonton in its ways,this darkness that I hol..
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The night was cool, empty, docile in its purity; Jagged cliffs gave way to death drops, then endless water, flowing as far as the eye could see. Thier..
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For once to have to be forgotten, tears, fears, hearts gone rotten.Forests in the wake of winter, dead and aching infected splinters.Forever to waste ..
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Frozen in time,no reason,only rhyme.I feel your arms embrace,the feel of happiness,at your lips taste.For a moment we like to think that we are unique..
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I was accused once of it all being fake. I was thought to be cold and
shallow, and thought to have been just a user, just another person
taking wh..
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It was a normal night just like any other. It was late when I pulled up
to the drive of his house, the lights were all out but I did not think
any..
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