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Jun 2013
That rope around your throat
oh no
don't choke.
Cigarette i smoke,
my last in the pack.
Then hands grip my back
my waist around they wrap
those hands i know.
I adore them so.
They hold me tight,
while i sleep at night.
He cries don't leave me,
i sigh oh baby.
He say's he'll never let me go
I'm too lost to be found though.
Everyday he saves me.
But one day,
he'll be too late..
And i'll have sealed my fate.
augustine
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