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A rush of blood to the head The excitement of dread Why Do we yearn for the reasons we bled? To be free from reality Can't see your mortality It's no surprise The devil loves hospitality Desperate eyes watch him slide through the door Invite him in for reasons you choose to ignore Let him tear up the carpet The curtains The floor That was the last time Every time You swore
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May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 6:34 PM UTC
Old Habits
A rush of blood to the head The excitement of dread Why Do we yearn for the reasons we bled? To be free from reality Can't see your mortality It's no surprise The devil loves hospitality Desperate eyes watch him slide through the door Invite him in for reasons you choose to ignore Let him tear up the carpet The curtains The floor That was the last time Every time You swore
kaitlyn-joy
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May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 6:34 PM UTC
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