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My tongue is sharp like incision. And scatters every thread of your brain with precision. I'm as histrionic as the rest of em. Like many above, I beg for a little and then some. I'm the self-hate cousin born rotten. Killin cells from sins forgotten. And I can take from your broken piece. Stick it to mine and build a masterpiece. Your lovin fits soft like silk stiletto. And sends me straight to the lazaretto. But I'm a split-tongue trash-talkin mother ****** And fallin from one scheme to another. Spittin the same mistakes from my past. And trying to find something to last. Yes I'm gonna end with a risk. Send my mind way down for a kiss. Save myself from razor-to-wrist. Waste away with me in the abyss.
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 8:44 PM UTC
Rotten
My tongue is sharp like incision. And scatters every thread of your brain with precision. I'm as histrionic as the rest of em. Like many above, I beg for a little and then some. I'm the self-hate cousin born rotten. Killin cells from sins forgotten. And I can take from your broken piece. Stick it to mine and build a masterpiece. Your lovin fits soft like silk stiletto. And sends me straight to the lazaretto. But I'm a split-tongue trash-talkin mother ****** And fallin from one scheme to another. Spittin the same mistakes from my past. And trying to find something to last. Yes I'm gonna end with a risk. Send my mind way down for a kiss. Save myself from razor-to-wrist. Waste away with me in the abyss.
jonathan-wood
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Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 8:44 PM UTC
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