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Time after time In the depths of my soul Nothing makes me happy Knowing my heart is mended Every veins stappled and taped Rigid crevices filled with cement Each dominant strats I have endured Dissing this blood with artificial flavoring Have you ever seen such gruesome illusion? Engineering my way to this makeshift completion And by the time it's done, you won't tell the difference Ready my tools for I have a confession Tinkering hearts, that is my profession Spectred recondition, deceitful reconstruction
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
Tinkered Hearts
Time after time In the depths of my soul Nothing makes me happy Knowing my heart is mended Every veins stappled and taped Rigid crevices filled with cement Each dominant strats I have endured Dissing this blood with artificial flavoring Have you ever seen such gruesome illusion? Engineering my way to this makeshift completion And by the time it's done, you won't tell the difference Ready my tools for I have a confession Tinkering hearts, that is my profession Spectred recondition, deceitful reconstruction
I really am an engineer :3
Peanut
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Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 10:35 PM UTC
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