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I see only the dark form of your soul
Black bitch hiding in these faded corners
would that my heart could deny you entrance
keep your stare from making all I am cold
there is no depth beyong which you control
no hiden closet protectin small heated organs
and so this chill take hold of everything I behold
making the new dawn feel ancient and myself old
Blood and death are waiting like a raven in the sky
staring my broken soul down into shattered forms
making a weakness of what love is left in my husk
heat of my passion, long ago eaten by your decaying nature
Die with my pain.....as I fall to your desire...fucking bitch
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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