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I used to drive my nails into Your skin, some type of ****** Crucifixion They say pain before pleasure But I know that aches Are often felt months later When paradise has become Past tense Like the scars on your back Fading
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Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 5:51 PM UTC
****** Crucifixion
I used to drive my nails into Your skin, some type of ****** Crucifixion They say pain before pleasure But I know that aches Are often felt months later When paradise has become Past tense Like the scars on your back Fading
darbi-howe
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Dec 14, 2012
Dec 14, 2012 at 5:51 PM UTC
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