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Oct 2010
i break down my words
again and again
until they are so small
they don't make sense anymore...
5 letters, 4 letters, 3 letters, 2
apparently the numbers don't add up for me and you.

bones sinking like stones, one of us is hurt
guess who?
moans from the dreams and the schemes
from past lives in the night
while i am awake
suffering
from intake, as i lie next to you
it must be true
just because i am losing
doesn't mean i've lost

You're a badfish?
Here's the hook.............
Written by
Bria Prior
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