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I can smell the table, Unlabled chemicals and acrid smoke Radiate off it as though it was still on fire I can hear the violin, Unbearably beautiful and haunting Echoing around at three in the morning I can hear the voice, Hollowed out and crackling While you phone and tell me you're a fraud I can see the body, Broken up and bleeding Because the world just seemed too hard I can touch the gravestone, Freshly polished and gleaming As I ask for one more miracle, Sherlock.
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 9:05 AM UTC
pull it together, watson.
I can smell the table, Unlabled chemicals and acrid smoke Radiate off it as though it was still on fire I can hear the violin, Unbearably beautiful and haunting Echoing around at three in the morning I can hear the voice, Hollowed out and crackling While you phone and tell me you're a fraud I can see the body, Broken up and bleeding Because the world just seemed too hard I can touch the gravestone, Freshly polished and gleaming As I ask for one more miracle, Sherlock.
Don't Be Dead.
#notdead
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 9:05 AM UTC
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