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Feb 2014
Black fingers twist the outside layer of my skin
Without a drop of sympathy
Don't let go
I can move on faster than you can reach back to grab me
Try me
I tried looking for a night in shinning armor but I only found a surgeon
Picking and poking at the not so right stuff wanting to
Fix
Fix
Fix
Fix
Fix
******* fix
What didn't need to be
Turns out
You're just some ******* dressed in tin-foil
Taylor Pyle
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