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Lying at the bottom of a Bottle Endlessly drowning In the Blues of ratchet silence Wasting away among dead Roses of red The soil below molds the Tears The grooves alow them to Flow *Deep into a blackened Sea The only one who knows me The dark side of the Moon Doesn't smile The light side of the sun Stings The crisp air Burns open Wounds My skin sheds The longest hour taken By two Hands*
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 3:04 AM UTC
Stings of the Dark
Lying at the bottom of a Bottle Endlessly drowning In the Blues of ratchet silence Wasting away among dead Roses of red The soil below molds the Tears The grooves alow them to Flow *Deep into a blackened Sea The only one who knows me The dark side of the Moon Doesn't smile The light side of the sun Stings The crisp air Burns open Wounds My skin sheds The longest hour taken By two Hands*
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 3:04 AM UTC
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