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I saw you in my reflection today, Your hands reached out to me and I touched you but, It was just my hands and I was quite surprised at the fact of how old and pruned they had become with time ticking the clock beats down on me like the chime of a death march drum sentencing me to a fiery death on a wood pole dancing in the moonlight, my *** glowing brighter than the moon reflecting on the lake, almost giving ripples on the water from its sheer power hungry CEO's telling me, the measly mail clerk, to give them the ******* morning paper scattered around my room, crumpled in corners of each letter I never sent screaming down hallways that day, my teacher didn't *understand how the moon works love? Look at the spell it casts* on her arm, I feel guilt but cannot put my tongue around the cause of *it could have been you holding me tonight, but instead I will **** a stranger* in the mirror, *who could it be? If it isn't me and it isn't you* thought you could get away with this, didn't you? Well look at me now: I am the one that is sane and you are the one that is all ****** and trapped in a mirror with a knife in your hand. YES you are the killer.
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Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 10:01 PM UTC
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I saw you in my reflection today, Your hands reached out to me and I touched you but, It was just my hands and I was quite surprised at the fact of how old and pruned they had become with time ticking the clock beats down on me like the chime of a death march drum sentencing me to a fiery death on a wood pole dancing in the moonlight, my *** glowing brighter than the moon reflecting on the lake, almost giving ripples on the water from its sheer power hungry CEO's telling me, the measly mail clerk, to give them the ******* morning paper scattered around my room, crumpled in corners of each letter I never sent screaming down hallways that day, my teacher didn't *understand how the moon works love? Look at the spell it casts* on her arm, I feel guilt but cannot put my tongue around the cause of *it could have been you holding me tonight, but instead I will **** a stranger* in the mirror, *who could it be? If it isn't me and it isn't you* thought you could get away with this, didn't you? Well look at me now: I am the one that is sane and you are the one that is all ****** and trapped in a mirror with a knife in your hand. YES you are the killer.
lorelei-adams
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Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 10:01 PM UTC
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