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Sep 2011
Menthol drops stop inflamed, bursting lines and sanitize glass eyes
Leaving opaque walls behind
Perceptions consist of persistent resistance, lists never ending, refusing to change, shallow blame twists into shame
As the drops start failing

I did it again, I let her back in
I knew where to go, but I went where I've been
I did it again, I let her back in
I knew where to go, but I went where I've been
Cursing birth at death
Wrapping my hands 'round her neck

And stealing her last breath
Derek Dale Frazier
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Derek Dale Frazier
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