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A damaged language Words shared between the hurt ones Scissors in my outstretched hand Sprinting I'm not sure whose blood this is Something is missing Leaflets maybe letters It hurts Pain on Parade Christ-like though I have sinned Deserving every barb Lost The cup is full Too heavy to lift I only wanted a taste No Screeching reprisal You will never know I had always hoped Wake up Its too bright
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Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
Pain on Parade
A damaged language Words shared between the hurt ones Scissors in my outstretched hand Sprinting I'm not sure whose blood this is Something is missing Leaflets maybe letters It hurts Pain on Parade Christ-like though I have sinned Deserving every barb Lost The cup is full Too heavy to lift I only wanted a taste No Screeching reprisal You will never know I had always hoped Wake up Its too bright
#pain#her#lines#through#unmetered
Citan005
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Citan005
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
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