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Apr 16, 2002 05:13

hate the face that replaces yours
her metal lips and shielded eyes
they crack and crumble, fall to void
and scatter like discarded whores
i want to hold you in the stillness
stitch my shadow to your side
my eyes into maliscious faces
thank you, for it was so cold

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anonymous May 2 2002, 18:27:09 UTC
cool

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