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Killer Tickler
Contributed by
Exodus
on
Friday, 28th July 2006 @ 02:40:56 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Maybe it tickles when you die I don't know because I haven't had to try
I think the flavor of my soul is sweet But you know how candy is in the heat
Happens to be sticky actually I feel stuck with all the things you said to me
My label didn't include drink insides dry It had no warning, is that considered a lie?
You watched me from a distance Anemic pile thats gone and ***** his pants
I feel like I'm on the brink of explosion I had all these choices, but I never chose them
Help me father, help me mother, anyone who can I am consolidated, and that seems to be the only way I really am
Good for me, maybe good for you Just let me fall away and things that lie will all be true
Run away from me, darling When you whisper, don't make it snarling
I bit my tongue I bit my tongue
I bit my tongue Here it is, sun
Silent as the aftermath Tearing off the beaten path
Cold and hot Alive and not
Copyright ©
Exodus
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2006-07-28 14:40:56] (Date/Time posted on
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