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The scars on your hips whisper me stories as my ears pass and I whisper back. "Tell me the stories that lead to the facade you present" Let me in so that I can explore the plains and caverns of the fresh cuts on your hips They'll turn into scars that will eventually whisper my name Your hips are my favorite place to visit Your scars know me so well Let me in, show me your hips Let me talk to your scars
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC
Hips (Scars?!?)
The scars on your hips whisper me stories as my ears pass and I whisper back. "Tell me the stories that lead to the facade you present" Let me in so that I can explore the plains and caverns of the fresh cuts on your hips They'll turn into scars that will eventually whisper my name Your hips are my favorite place to visit Your scars know me so well Let me in, show me your hips Let me talk to your scars
Tyrannicide
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC
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