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Oct 2014
My hands are made of paper/
my heart is made of stone/
but even so, deep down I know/
I don't want to be alone

material soul, material soul/
sand out my edges/
I'm feeling alone
material soul, material soul/
my body is made of/
silver and gold
i've been working on this for a while and this is the only part that's set in stone. what do you think?
Graced Lightning
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Graced Lightning  NYC//DTX
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