Topic: I Will Miss You, Miss (only when I'm bored) | |
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i'm just a scar-scraped moon
i am the dumb and dead who writhes too soon and i am the death of true iridescence your love in pocket perfumed like a fragrance and all my sweet friend want to know why i let these dumb girls come and go the days of the sweet are one one bitter treat oh, what am i saying? i get paid next week and i find you so weak as you weep in your struggle why you thought life would change will remain a pointless puzzle so ponder the boy that you lost with words he is prophet but may prophesize loss forget that forgetting was your only cost to be free well, let's see the door before the 7-11 still assures me so i drank up my until the devil denied got fine with available, lapses and rhymes ensured of my death is an infinite turning? the world gets so damn vacant when it loses the bruises on the tracks of time |
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