I wanna blow the moon to pieces and watch the fragmented falling stars tear into your flesh, while you scream, three cheers for beautiful romance. let the world see what i did for love. you begged me for the scissors now your begging me for the bandage, i wont always be here to mend the wounds i draw. I am the sculptist your body the stone, ill
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hi dave.
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