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Sep 2017
The girl with the white lies
Is the girl with the black silhouette

Our love was a distortion of the human heart
It was a ****** up romance, an American delicacy
it was the black & red thigh highs

We tied a knot of lust, made each other's beds and business
I'm sure you won't mind me taking this piece of you
Picking each other apart like ravens
To themed music, you sweetly provide

In your arms I found the saddest minor harmony
With my self-harm. If I didn't explode
You would have found my sacrifice unworthy,
Swept me off the altar and disappeared

You were delighted at my promise of simple dissolution,
But time has decided that was a lie
Because I'll have a hard time seeing life any other way
You made my nights, you made my nights
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Sometimes Starr  Another place
(Another place)   
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   Glassmuncher
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