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Dec 2012
Stars and sins are swimming
all through my head;
Pain is shooting through my streets
and blurring my maps;

Some sweet poison
may well be flowing in the underground,
these veins of gold.

Underwater explosions stain
my pale ocean's surface,

I am big as a planet,
Baby, I am bleeding magma
burning like hell
or so many cigarettes,
I want out, I am caught
in my own gravity well.

Stars and sins are swimming
all through my heart,

all over the world
I am dragging down innocence
and pumping up oil.
Beth C
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