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Take my hand taste my breathe feel my teeth bush against your neck greedy fingers twist your breast won't stop till I'm victimless ..

How good would that be I'm the cosmic enclosure fighting against the exposure I could give a damn if I ever see light again I just nee..

People dressing loud trying to be seen silent screams broken dreams trying to break out the scene don't need a motive tired of the seeds of ..

This is for the poet who raped my mind stole my soul left me empty and on the road who painted scenes upon my heart and planned schemes to..

It's one of those days where I'd pay myself just to go away blow away Inside i've withered like the wind blowing outside I'm cold inside..

Pitching pennies in the fountain makin wishes never countin the cost of loss that's sure to come paying penance feeling numb least tha..

feel it comin' can feel her motor hummin the wind carries her spirit to the sky past the point of corruption and interruption got to kis..

Cold bit my fingertips as i bit back the tears when did the world turn so cold the price of life reduced to a cup of water 25 cents for my s..

A man went on a journey he began his journey on a road he had traveled before in time as his path became long he came into new beginnings the st..

Your smile; the scent of your skin; your kiss; the way you looked when you first awoke. In truth I cannot forget for the flowers wear yo..