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I've sat at this table before Scribbling notes on your face     D       E          E             P Into this piece of wood Scaring the surface To fragment its sight Until its unrecognizable By anyone. Except me.
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Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
Scars Only Run on the Surface
I've sat at this table before Scribbling notes on your face     D       E          E             P Into this piece of wood Scaring the surface To fragment its sight Until its unrecognizable By anyone. Except me.
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kategoldman
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 10:49 PM UTC
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