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Jan 2015
Feeling too weak
She is torn out from my chest
Fleeting from my heart
You can call us even
Projecting sounds of defeat
Grandiose
Feeling better now
Throwing these things to the side
Giving off the scent of your skin
Finding you cold
Wet
Naked
For me
To taste
And warm you
Born with the bluest eyes
With the sin inside
Just once more
Rhet Toombs
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Rhet Toombs
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       Derek H, --- and Richard Friar
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