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why must i be so angry at you your quiet heart sang to me the sweet exotic flutes humming through my eardrums relieving me of a curse that cannot be broken you are never a page in my mind conundrums collapse like a tower sphinx's are black and gold shape shifters fail to safe everything is a disgrace like puzzle pieces we fall in place silver treasures gold the most plain and simple hurts so close the hoax is coaxed in cellophane truth is a pain better symptoms for the name blaming is the game shakes in my brain thorns in my side may love go insane?
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 8:43 PM UTC
a tired head
why must i be so angry at you your quiet heart sang to me the sweet exotic flutes humming through my eardrums relieving me of a curse that cannot be broken you are never a page in my mind conundrums collapse like a tower sphinx's are black and gold shape shifters fail to safe everything is a disgrace like puzzle pieces we fall in place silver treasures gold the most plain and simple hurts so close the hoax is coaxed in cellophane truth is a pain better symptoms for the name blaming is the game shakes in my brain thorns in my side may love go insane?
emanuel-wolfe
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Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 8:43 PM UTC
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