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demons take me higher
aching in my chest rising up the liar resting his lips on my nest, far away dreaming breaking out from its egg the left arters bleeding crossing heart over leg. She bears the beauty of the rose fading in December, and of the drop of rain falling in the yesterday's aching remember, and of the pain graving in the bones of lost strangers, She bears the sin of the kiss on her red shinning lips and the grim smile on her amberly cheeks crying to the end of the story... We're all victims of betrayal from the head up to the peak of our tail, Mended fools trying to begin the nonbeginnable arrow Straying right through the blood in our hearts, as the unspeakable sorrow. In the back room waiting burning cigarettes in my head, I try so hard to pretend I'm not scared, Aware and bearing other skins but mine, and other faces that come in pairs like shoe-laces and dice, Standing still, Ill with the desease of time I'm dieing slowly very slowly, Waiting for the commiting of my unthinkable crime. Mirror mirror on the wall this day is when I sold my soul, Mirrow mirrow down the drain this day is when I sold my pain.
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