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Splitting hairs, short and long, about the final days. Who will win, who will love, Who will see. Smarting blows, words purple and black leaving gun shot wounds to the head. Permanent stone, only destroyed by distorted memory. Sticks and stones batter dead bones, never left in cessation, can't win. "Selfish, weak, foolish." Ignored, helpless, hopeless, alone. Splitting hairs to find the blame, one sided mirrors are lies.
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Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 10:09 AM UTC
Splitting Hairs
Splitting hairs, short and long, about the final days. Who will win, who will love, Who will see. Smarting blows, words purple and black leaving gun shot wounds to the head. Permanent stone, only destroyed by distorted memory. Sticks and stones batter dead bones, never left in cessation, can't win. "Selfish, weak, foolish." Ignored, helpless, hopeless, alone. Splitting hairs to find the blame, one sided mirrors are lies.
aubrey-rose
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Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 10:09 AM UTC
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