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Blades, forks, scissors, shears
Everything I've come to fear
Run my finger down a blade
I feel a far, oncoming raid
Of forbidden desires, slice,
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An angel appears to me,
They're a sweet, summer soul.
The angel is here for me,
To bring me out of my hole.
The angel is sweet,
The angel is ki..
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Cumulonimbus, dark and grey
Scatters the sun's radiant day
A gale picks up, fast and proud
Toward the town, rumbling loud
Dirt and sticks lift int..
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Maybe I can't write anymore
Maybe the toxic symptoms
Crept into my blood
Flowed mediocrity
Into my being like mud
Making my mind a victim
Closi..
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