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Jun 2014
We met when the dead roamed the earth
We played tricks with the ghosts that lost their heads
We haunted the houses of the people whose hair’s stood in the air
You wanted the dark to give birth
I wanted to pray and you’d hope they all die
To another side of you that I never saw
You wanted possession
All the curses from before came back  and took over the world
All my cracking bones have been salted and dusted
And I lost the will to live in disgust
The only thing that keeps me alive is my own heart which begins to beat suddenly
Written by
Braulio Romero  chicago
(chicago)   
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