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Oct 2013
Speckle! Speckle! Speckle! seeping through my shirt
Don't worry 'bout the colour, it doesn't really hurt
Sometimes I act before I think
Taste the knife, watch it sink
I'm not a habit, it's only on occasion
But mine are deeper, wider; stayin'
Disaster Child
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