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Feb 2013
I am but a creature praying below my preacher.
Holding on to the things in the night
My teeth press agents my heart.
Trying not to feel the sting as I bite.
A lonely soul ripping from my skin.
It's pouring all around me, I'm soaked in my sin.
Brian Ross
Written by
Brian Ross  Maine
(Maine)   
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