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Old mottos resurfaced in a strange land Ogling blindly eyeballs all over the horizontal landscapes Laying with my head upside dangling from the bed Drunk wobbling it up now to find balanced faces like demi-demon ghosts white haunting panting voices and legs for days dwindling each other down with nail file twine How long does it take to cut open your arm with an unlit candle? Rub at it turning the wax skin and burn I have your half blood head fang hanging over my bed now It bleeds on me still Drips in my mouth while I rest It tastes okay I guess
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Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 4:16 AM UTC
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Old mottos resurfaced in a strange land Ogling blindly eyeballs all over the horizontal landscapes Laying with my head upside dangling from the bed Drunk wobbling it up now to find balanced faces like demi-demon ghosts white haunting panting voices and legs for days dwindling each other down with nail file twine How long does it take to cut open your arm with an unlit candle? Rub at it turning the wax skin and burn I have your half blood head fang hanging over my bed now It bleeds on me still Drips in my mouth while I rest It tastes okay I guess
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Sep 22, 2012
Sep 22, 2012 at 4:16 AM UTC
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