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Aug 2010
sleight of hand
this twist of fate
corrupt yourself
with seething hate

poisoned heartbeats
laced with love
a blackened scar
no soaring dove

for in the end, it's over
yet we do it to ourselves
to break away from loneliness
our broken, hollow, shells...
Written by
Bundoo
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