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All the monsters that wake, and she sifts them through looking for her great break The monster’s that grew she’s in a pit, her heart is at a fit If only she had knew Her beast was here, a wreck. She’s such a beauty and that’s all I can see What can she see? Only, ferocity. All I can do is be me. The rushing through and the lies she has used The spirit she has broken wide-eyes of mine that has spoken This feral grit of mine are shivers down my spine If only she had knew a beast was here, Broken. She’s such a beauty and that’s all I can see What can she see? Only, ferocity. All I can do is be me.
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Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
Beauty And The Beast
All the monsters that wake, and she sifts them through looking for her great break The monster’s that grew she’s in a pit, her heart is at a fit If only she had knew Her beast was here, a wreck. She’s such a beauty and that’s all I can see What can she see? Only, ferocity. All I can do is be me. The rushing through and the lies she has used The spirit she has broken wide-eyes of mine that has spoken This feral grit of mine are shivers down my spine If only she had knew a beast was here, Broken. She’s such a beauty and that’s all I can see What can she see? Only, ferocity. All I can do is be me.
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mj-cusson
Canadian
Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
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