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Jul 2014
Contains a hidden soul.
Within the blackest of holes.

Harboring the box,
brimming with malcontent.
Contains a hidden soul.
Within the blackest of holes.

Lies of false debauchery.
Harboring the box,
brimming with malcontent.
Contains a hidden soul.
Within the blackest of holes.  

My anger lining a taste of agony.
Lies of false debauchery.
Harboring the box,
brimming with malcontent.
Contains a hidden soul.
Within the blackest of holes.

Pain laced from a carnal betrayal,
My anger lining a taste of agony.
Lies of false debauchery.
Harboring the box,
brimming with malcontent.
Contains a hidden soul.
Within the blackest of holes.

My shame, the final step.
Pain laced from a carnal betrayal,
My anger lining a taste of agony.
Lies of false debauchery.
Harboring the box,
brimming with malcontent.
Contains a hidden soul.
Within the blackest of holes.

You win...
You finally win...
What you win, I haven't the clue.
Nickols
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Nickols
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