Black eyes and bassinets
You got the coldest hands
Quit interrupting
Black glass for trusting this
give it away to someone else
you don't need that anymore
just one more broken toy
intimate hatred was her only desire
i repaid my debt and burned in the fire
blowing smoke at insects
wiped the windows clean of mud
twigs all wrapped up in sheep's blood
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Making my way in a world that tells me not to.
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