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Mar 2015
Touch my mind with tedious talk
Wandering hands crash landing on my *******
So often I wish I could tell you to walk
But I'm tied
Its all for the best
That over to your best friends I will stalk
And fold myself up in his sheets
He loves me more than than the rest
Loves me more than you
His hands are droplets of water not as cold as your waterfall
He knows how to breathe
You can save your breath
Because I'm my own now
I'm going to go out and never rest
The cigarettes don't sleep
And neither will I
Lachrymose and Lies
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Lachrymose and Lies  In a tormented mind
(In a tormented mind)   
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