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Written to be a slam piece
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Smoke escapes lips stainedbloody-red with merlot, alongwith lyrics to a song you bothalready know.Without looking into eyes andusing only words, it'se..
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I do things that would make you hate me
because if it's all my fault, I
can't hate you.
Im wrapped in the kind of smoke
that is more addicting tha..
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Listen to that sad song...It
reminds you of yourself, you
watch that strong man
cry because his best friend
died from that syrup or something
so..
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Missing pieces
missing smiles
missing elegance and grace.
Misinterpreted happiness
isn't happiness at all
and you took that..
Along with you..
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She
feels your fingers under the
waist band of her too-tight,
too-short shorts as you
pull them off of her violently and
touch her the way she ne..
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Playing with you,
you luscious, delicious, gorgeous
boy, you.
Sordid language crushes her tongue
from behind her lips,
in her throat.
She wa..
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zen lunacy
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I drink wine, red, like blood and an image pops into my head: you're lying on the floor at my feet bleeding out slowly, agonizingly. You're not spea..
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I'm high on pills while
she hits a glass pipe beside me
and
he hits a joint
in front of me.
Just
the family, making memories
that we will never..
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