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No more In love No more fallen Rather falling We are brushed finger tips Waving goodbye Choked, Air stuck Tight lipped I feel sick And tired Raw flesh And cut deep Straight through To already Brittle and broken Bone. Alone And tripping Over the Falling sky. Red eyes Disguise Roll the dice Snake eyes And the next roll Is in your hands.
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May 20, 2010
May 20, 2010 at 4:23 PM UTC
Snake eyes
No more In love No more fallen Rather falling We are brushed finger tips Waving goodbye Choked, Air stuck Tight lipped I feel sick And tired Raw flesh And cut deep Straight through To already Brittle and broken Bone. Alone And tripping Over the Falling sky. Red eyes Disguise Roll the dice Snake eyes And the next roll Is in your hands.
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jacqe-booth
Australian
May 20, 2010
May 20, 2010 at 4:23 PM UTC
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