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Dead skin and dirt under crescent shaped keratin claws I'll take a shower- fix the problem, but Sin isn’t grime, and pain isn’t filth and the lines on my arms aren’t a map directing you anywhere but you’ll trace them from my wrists to my eyes and you’ll wonder
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Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 2:09 PM UTC
Sleeplessness once more
Dead skin and dirt under crescent shaped keratin claws I'll take a shower- fix the problem, but Sin isn’t grime, and pain isn’t filth and the lines on my arms aren’t a map directing you anywhere but you’ll trace them from my wrists to my eyes and you’ll wonder
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Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 2:09 PM UTC
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