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Saturday, October 23, 2010

Chewing my own tongue

i give you with the finest flower in the field
i love you
but ive hidden thorns on it
i don't care about you
your pierced; bleeding
...
i ask why your bleeding?
honestly i love you...
you still bleed
i really do
blood hits the ground
...

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