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Oct 2014
rip down your walls one by one
your thoughts i all undressed
hold on to what you may find dear
to hell with all the rest

pull me close or push me far
it's all the same to me
paint your picture black or white
it's not like i can see

your beating heart is louder now
i play it like a drum
little laughs so late at night
while i crack both your thumbs
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