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Left alone to wander Down the black stone road Gushing, splintered, homebound Spinning from the fall Tightened, tinkered, totaled Forced to reconcile Is a call to arms in order, Or is this just a trial? Patched by panes of forgiveness Light seeps through the blinds The hurt is not well hidden It’s just a matter of time. Swelling, steaming, simmer It flows over the brim Caught by common courtesies Stifled by general decency Animalistic glances Looks of sheer desire Civilization is not well organized Let’s set the ******** on fire.
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Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 12:41 AM UTC
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Left alone to wander Down the black stone road Gushing, splintered, homebound Spinning from the fall Tightened, tinkered, totaled Forced to reconcile Is a call to arms in order, Or is this just a trial? Patched by panes of forgiveness Light seeps through the blinds The hurt is not well hidden It’s just a matter of time. Swelling, steaming, simmer It flows over the brim Caught by common courtesies Stifled by general decency Animalistic glances Looks of sheer desire Civilization is not well organized Let’s set the ******** on fire.
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Jan 23, 2012
Jan 23, 2012 at 12:41 AM UTC
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