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lays gently between my cage... ribbed in bone. Combed with jaws of soft, sinful, slight of hand me your soul survived the stoning of ALL the words they threw foolishly thinking they were only sticks.... and stones, may break my bones.... But, IT will always hear me.
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Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 3:13 AM UTC
The Beast
lays gently between my cage... ribbed in bone. Combed with jaws of soft, sinful, slight of hand me your soul survived the stoning of ALL the words they threw foolishly thinking they were only sticks.... and stones, may break my bones.... But, IT will always hear me.
victoria-beale
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Jun 13, 2015
Jun 13, 2015 at 3:13 AM UTC
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