Friends Like You, No Enemies, by Shine-On
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The complexion of it's face
Dressed in a distant fragrance
Condemning simple twitches
To drive along the skin
Until they crawl under
Adjacent to the bones
Where no one left to be
Can pass through the silence
Though they drive my patience
Just until the end
They sleep under my skin
Too close to know i feel
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Posted: 2009-03-26 05:09:57 UTC |
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2009-03-29 01:12:27 | MorbidMaiden |
I like this web of thought. It's captivating.
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