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Aug 2013
Your infection has me wounded deep
Tension in my soul screaming to be heard
Blood drips from my heart as I groan from ache
Pride leads me on distraction teases my pain
Corruption from your lips lingers long
Flames have all but died one stands in my heart
Dreaming of the past lusting for it fast
Leaving with the moon neglecting the sun
Envy will forever follow me through
Begging for the stars put back in the sky
What you don't know anymore dare you ask
Gone, sad, hurt, missing you, assault
Elizabeth mikol
Written by
Elizabeth mikol  Wonderland
(Wonderland)   
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