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Feb 2014
Lift your head
Taste the sin
Break the bread
Scream again
I see your eyes
I live off dread
Call me lover
I live under your bed
I'm your own monster
I can crack your hard head
The blood it ran
We painted you red
Come now, dear lovely
There's nothing unsaid.
Michael Kenneth Christian
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Michael Kenneth Christian  Texas
(Texas)   
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