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and the sounds of the saints buried in,
i got no sense for cents, for blood, for war
by LeanneBridgewater
18 lines,
on Sep 20 11:30 AM. In Lyrics, bone, china, spoken word, beat, Society, city, Nature, Other, Thoughts
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A moment of sickly surprise
Nothing but pure terror engraved in my eyes
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bones of your shin grow thin
thief to your strength ran you into a dead end
by LeanneBridgewater
55 lines, 3 comments,
on Jul 6 8:21 AM 2008. In dark, bone, dead, emo, cold, hole, sad, depress, personal, other, kill, contest
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