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Strapped into my historySewn into my fleshGrind my bonesIn the dust of our friendship I’m creating all of theseBeautiful romantic thingsFor no one but myselfThat was never the plan Haunted by the memoriesIf the perfect parts of youWe’re actually realLiving inside my fantasiesSome kind of self torture What an acrid perfumeSomething of a coarse natureBlinding […]
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A lost chance to beSomething more interestingA time gone now thatThe music has changedThe spirits of the peopleHave left the parksWhere have they scattered?We’ve yet to knowI like to imagineThat the trees haveAbsorbed them allWhere the sidewalks sparkleAnd the cement bendsThere are souls living thereMemories of the magicExcitement for lifeTo be thought of as livingOn […]
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