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2012\03\06

Becoming a monster.

A biting cold, precious calling Drown me under our street Perfect hips, perfect *tits*, She was perfect lips Pieces of your heart, splattered on the cliffGetting worse, getting worse, she was Letting those feelings loose, she was becoming a monster

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2012\03\06

Well I'd wait ten thousand picks for a just one more chance. Just one more chance, to see your face again. Well I'd pull, teeter away, at the earth with my teeth. The earth with my teeth to touch your face alive. You, lie, helplessly still as your face falls apart. You, lie, helplessly still as…

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