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Louder, louder! Breathe me a storm, blow into My eyes; force tears from a frozen Stone. Touch me with lightning, run your Palms against my scars until Your fingerprints wear down and All evidence of our sin washes Away like blood from a September Crime scene flooded with rains. Louder. Louder! Shut my thoughts out with slaps and Painted nails clawing and digging at My chest in search of a heartbeat. Once a man has gone cold, he's Impossible to reheat. Throw all your love on the fire, I'll Only slip through your fingers like snow Brought to a boil, kissing blister farewells On your hands, rendering our Love an open cut you weep into. Louder, Louder! Cry my name into my absence, Cry the pain of love passing away in your Arms like a wounded child soldier's blood Onto battleground soil. Arise to avenge your hopes. Take this frozen stone and name it Heart. Cain to your Abel. Apple to Eve. When love is reduced to a shadow, it's Barely called ******
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 9:16 AM UTC
Painted Nails Clawing and Digging at my Chest in Search of a Heartbeat
Louder, louder! Breathe me a storm, blow into My eyes; force tears from a frozen Stone. Touch me with lightning, run your Palms against my scars until Your fingerprints wear down and All evidence of our sin washes Away like blood from a September Crime scene flooded with rains. Louder. Louder! Shut my thoughts out with slaps and Painted nails clawing and digging at My chest in search of a heartbeat. Once a man has gone cold, he's Impossible to reheat. Throw all your love on the fire, I'll Only slip through your fingers like snow Brought to a boil, kissing blister farewells On your hands, rendering our Love an open cut you weep into. Louder, Louder! Cry my name into my absence, Cry the pain of love passing away in your Arms like a wounded child soldier's blood Onto battleground soil. Arise to avenge your hopes. Take this frozen stone and name it Heart. Cain to your Abel. Apple to Eve. When love is reduced to a shadow, it's Barely called ******
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 9:16 AM UTC
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