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Hungry teeth razors Slice to scar my hand. Watching the black symbol redden Quenches my thirst like a cold beer. Shield me from their fear; and with clear eyes, among socialite imbued rags, I shall face my pain Or live a conscious death.
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Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC
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Hungry teeth razors Slice to scar my hand. Watching the black symbol redden Quenches my thirst like a cold beer. Shield me from their fear; and with clear eyes, among socialite imbued rags, I shall face my pain Or live a conscious death.
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Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC
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