July 2011
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Now that my words don’t quite do what they should, now that old wounds are...
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rushing into every pore, the whiskey stench of open sores
– ***I wish they keep the lyrics. I honestly wish they keep it.
…but every sound gets washed away.
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I wonder why she’s so fragile, and I wonder why she never smiles…
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you're the echoes of my everything, you're the...