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Jul 2018
I can strum my strings
Play a vocal chord
But my hearing rings
We're just getting bored

If I screamed out loud
you would hear my hell
I coughed up my lungs
on the day I fell

If I ate your bones
would you tear my skin
in a million tones
are our greatest sins.
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