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**you stand in line for liquid bread with your thin dime newspaper matress you lick your lips a cardboard box will.be your crypt sad forsaken so forlorn your façade is ***** tattered worn the gold was stolen from your vaults passersby see only faults the picket fence around your heath is as broken as your teeth the many choices you have made have sunk you to an early grave you're self-abusive destruction bent *your temple is a TENEMENT*** SoulSurvivor (C) 6/17/2016
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Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 6:44 PM UTC
derelict temple
**you stand in line for liquid bread with your thin dime newspaper matress you lick your lips a cardboard box will.be your crypt sad forsaken so forlorn your façade is ***** tattered worn the gold was stolen from your vaults passersby see only faults the picket fence around your heath is as broken as your teeth the many choices you have made have sunk you to an early grave you're self-abusive destruction bent *your temple is a TENEMENT*** SoulSurvivor (C) 6/17/2016
You can lend people a hand. But they have to want to take it.
SoulSurvivor
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Jun 17, 2016
Jun 17, 2016 at 6:44 PM UTC
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