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Broken LampI haven’t written to you in a while because my pen ran out of ink. It’s my favorite pen because it’s your favorite color. And I was scared if I didn’t use it, you might not know who it was from. / And when I was in the shower this morning the water was cold and it made me think of the time we wanted to stay up all night so I took twelve cold showers. / It’s hard to have your heart break every day.

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Blush TransparentThe momentary images he kept flickering continually / Emanating and enclosing the grained world / All I could see was his right hand, held still, his body rising and disappearing so rapidly

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The Half KilledI do not want to move. I have nothing left but the rag tied around your waist and the ash in my eyes. We are not afraid to die. We hold guns and call ourselves angels of mercy but we will die fighting for Him. One by one we let the silver fly and it crashes through the walls and the children scream and the voices outside say it is nothing but how can that be? / We will die for him. / We have all been blind. He is the one who warned us and nobody else would listen. Here it comes again with the silver and the scars and the blood running down the rivers until there is nothing left but the bleeding land.

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going going wild in you you knowBodies twisting forming fitting / Silent shiver slipping fingertips / There is nothing you can say to push that heart away

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