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[bodytext] => Keep me on the back burner and blacken my soul to the pan I'm just the soup and what's left over a taste that couldn't hold your hand Hang me on the line to dry i know you never cared to wear me I'm like the moth eaten cloth of night you let your hate be hands that tear me Place me on the shelf to dust and let me fade from view til noon I'm just the blade let left to rust you let me dull and break too soon Now you want me back to play like a toy not yours to own Gimme! Gimme! Is all you say! but this time know, i'm not at home dw [comments] => 5 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 13 [informant] => In_a_While [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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