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Tuesday, August 31, 2010

The black tip of her nail, skin crawled with the pace of a snail
Open your eyes to me, I want to open your heart and see
Take my revenge on deceit, desired dreams all to pieces
I cant let you go don't wanna let you know
This cliff's jagged edge is going to be the death of me
Mole on my hand your favorite spot used to be
Define me by definition, recognize I need recognition
Understanding is me, the fragments
Goose bumps to once silky smooth skin
My open wounds looked fresh and new, inside burning with fire
The black tip of her nail, she chewed away leaving not a trace
The black tip of her nail


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