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Feb 26, 2006 18:01

Every detail crawling under your skin.
Every whisper piecing the inner ear.
Rumors going around, around again
Every tip, Every shit, Everything fear.
Hands bound and tied back; Tears down my cheek drip.
Eyes blinded nothing seen; Tomorrow hides
And I promised to wait. Where is my grip?
Mysterious lies are my only Guides.
A soul of a brave man is worth more then
A boot in the mouth and a golden shed.
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