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My faith drips from a stone every dropso naive and fragile but conscientiously they fall some land like blood to the cross seeping into the wood ..

you cancel me like a leaf thats falls from a tree and i come alive in the october beeze atleast i no longer shake whithered and towards the end ..

will it be your hands that stain my neck? if its the brightest stars that fall fastest then why do i feel so low can it be your words that bind my ..

run with the stars and laugh at the light toe the razor where water meets sand and the waves crash like the ticking of some godless clock don't ig..

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