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Blood drips down on the glass. Blood stains are spotted down town in the chambers of anticipation. Your DNA covers the walls of my heart. I tried wiping your blood off but it keeps filling up the god ****** bathtub. Call me Dorian. Scream my name. Your blood offends thousands. Repeat my name and stop slashing your own wrists. Grab mine. I taste your blood. It's made of prayers and goodbyes. I built you a temple. Your blood stains the windows. Cover up. I lick the temple clean with the honesty of a preacher. Don't go home empty handed. Don't stay fully packed.
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Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
I built you a Jerusalem
Blood drips down on the glass. Blood stains are spotted down town in the chambers of anticipation. Your DNA covers the walls of my heart. I tried wiping your blood off but it keeps filling up the god ****** bathtub. Call me Dorian. Scream my name. Your blood offends thousands. Repeat my name and stop slashing your own wrists. Grab mine. I taste your blood. It's made of prayers and goodbyes. I built you a temple. Your blood stains the windows. Cover up. I lick the temple clean with the honesty of a preacher. Don't go home empty handed. Don't stay fully packed.
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Oct 4, 2014
Oct 4, 2014 at 6:44 PM UTC
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