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my glow is your bust i know it so don't tamper with my individual wrapping it's not something for you to unravel so don't pull on my strings it's not for you to say it's not for you to see i'm keeping myself, my mind a secret, so you see, it can't be for the love of me don't let it be such a bitter thing and don't let me see... you're playing with fire by the pulse of my wrists you're playing with fire by the pulse of my neck you're playing with your own **** get a grip on it pull it back in pull the strings back up get a grip on it and you'll see you can be alone
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Apr 8, 2010
Apr 8, 2010 at 7:32 AM UTC
Poem Sans Title III.
my glow is your bust i know it so don't tamper with my individual wrapping it's not something for you to unravel so don't pull on my strings it's not for you to say it's not for you to see i'm keeping myself, my mind a secret, so you see, it can't be for the love of me don't let it be such a bitter thing and don't let me see... you're playing with fire by the pulse of my wrists you're playing with fire by the pulse of my neck you're playing with your own **** get a grip on it pull it back in pull the strings back up get a grip on it and you'll see you can be alone
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Apr 8, 2010
Apr 8, 2010 at 7:32 AM UTC
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