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Even the purest compassion Has its violent edges But only when it comes to you I wanna hug you, I wanna kiss you I wanna love you, I wanna **** you Get me off this wretched unmerry-go-round You reach out with caring gestures A smile and maybe a frown But you only care about yourself All the little things you did- So cheap, so unimaginary You put me in a den of vices- A house of ill repute And still I want to flash All my colors for you But you’ll never see them You see in shades of grey Which go to procreate My feeling blue, my red of rage Now there’s nothing left to say except Are you alive? Are you alive?
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Jul 4, 2012
Jul 4, 2012 at 12:40 PM UTC
Den of Vices
Even the purest compassion Has its violent edges But only when it comes to you I wanna hug you, I wanna kiss you I wanna love you, I wanna **** you Get me off this wretched unmerry-go-round You reach out with caring gestures A smile and maybe a frown But you only care about yourself All the little things you did- So cheap, so unimaginary You put me in a den of vices- A house of ill repute And still I want to flash All my colors for you But you’ll never see them You see in shades of grey Which go to procreate My feeling blue, my red of rage Now there’s nothing left to say except Are you alive? Are you alive?
lucy-tonic
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Jul 4, 2012
Jul 4, 2012 at 12:40 PM UTC
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