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Apr 2015
Buckle in, actually **** it take the buckles out of the car
Who cares I've given up,
Lets wrap ourselves Β in tinfoil instead,
Not so the government can avoid reading our minds
But more over so everyone can see we've tossed them out the window
Gone with the
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Oh how unfortunate
My mind was delicate like silk but you wore me like weather
Does my age show? like velvet left in the rain
My shirt is covered in stains but its o.k!
Mad Hatters Make Maddening Hats Madder
We have literally nothing to loose but whats left of our corpses
Because our souls ran long ago, with the wind form our lungs
Buckle in your heart my fallen angel its all you have left
Get ready for the roller coaster with no brakes
We've opened Hades
We've ****** with Pandora's box
We burnt all of our bridges,
But in the this desert island we've dug out of the ocean
with plastic buckets and spaces

In this space we have made our beds my dear
We've stepped to far, Done too much , I fear.
Its time to sleep in the mess we have made
along with our blades and spades
And see if it isnt too much to bare
im done here
(an edit of an old poem i wrote, enjoy :)
Death-throws
Written by
Death-throws  hamilton, new zealand
(hamilton, new zealand)   
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