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Your words don't have sounds that's why they cut so deep like a scream in a lounge when all are trying to sleep You hover through the dark insisting like crawling creep but since your body gave a bark you've made it hard for me to sleep You're all that we wish we didn't see but though the evil stole your voice I look a you like a continental devide and refuse to sleep
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Apr 7, 2010
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