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my words are so cold that i choke on the lies i spit from my throat a hunger pouring from my mouth; slowly dripping out the corners as i soak my soul in doubt. if theres a place i haven’t been yet, take me there; take me now take the heart inside chest rip the seams and make a mess and go pin it to your sweater, or on your hat just like a feather. i know it’s floated on my sleeve but girl i want you to believe that there are diamonds in your hair because you know you’ve got a flair thats unmistaken to my eye, cause you and i know how to fly. an hourglass as i see your hips ****** there’s glass between us, underneath us though no reflection will deceive us. and though deception come between us, still our universe perceives us, just as irony defeats us; so ill hold your hand and pretend that through you i can make my amends. my words were so cold that i choked on the lies i spat from my throat hunger poured from my mouth; slowly dripping out the corners as i’d soaked my words in doubt.
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Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2011 at 10:53 AM UTC
sleeveless
my words are so cold that i choke on the lies i spit from my throat a hunger pouring from my mouth; slowly dripping out the corners as i soak my soul in doubt. if theres a place i haven’t been yet, take me there; take me now take the heart inside chest rip the seams and make a mess and go pin it to your sweater, or on your hat just like a feather. i know it’s floated on my sleeve but girl i want you to believe that there are diamonds in your hair because you know you’ve got a flair thats unmistaken to my eye, cause you and i know how to fly. an hourglass as i see your hips ****** there’s glass between us, underneath us though no reflection will deceive us. and though deception come between us, still our universe perceives us, just as irony defeats us; so ill hold your hand and pretend that through you i can make my amends. my words were so cold that i choked on the lies i spat from my throat hunger poured from my mouth; slowly dripping out the corners as i’d soaked my words in doubt.
dalton-bauder
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Jun 15, 2011
Jun 15, 2011 at 10:53 AM UTC
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