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Ill save you for when I get back Monsterous potential for now I lack But maybe just a little scratch Of this bug bite so I can relax No, it only makes it worse A hot spoon on my skin could take the curse Or maybe if I rid the flesh as well as sin Give it up for the mess I'm in Like God, I give and take To myself, this creative stake But block these things that must align So I can stay within the lines
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May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 3:46 PM UTC
Color In The Lines
Ill save you for when I get back Monsterous potential for now I lack But maybe just a little scratch Of this bug bite so I can relax No, it only makes it worse A hot spoon on my skin could take the curse Or maybe if I rid the flesh as well as sin Give it up for the mess I'm in Like God, I give and take To myself, this creative stake But block these things that must align So I can stay within the lines
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May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 3:46 PM UTC
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