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to the center
i'll be quiet to keep you quiet. don't concern yourself with my slow dying through the vents i hear you sigh i dont get too high these days your floor is my ceiling lights out, you cant come in if you don't remind me, i wont forget you if you dont ask, i wont upset you i am jet black i am stone cold jet black to the center funny like a funeral i need you to bury me white noise in black room dust these hands long for one last touch hourglass all out of trust i dont scratch so i wont itch i dont reach so i wont miss i taste our last kiss this is the cure: the same as the symptom simple and pure: break to keep fixing patiently nurse, patient and nurse this is the part i would show you the part where you say, "i dont even know you" this is your cue be glad its through
1:23 a.m. - 2004-05-02
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history - mystery
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