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Buddy
Contributed by
wretched_reflections
on
Saturday, 5th April 2008 @ 06:23:26 PM in AEST
Topic:
obsession
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i'm just a little too sick and you're just a little too dead 'Cause i'm not immune in my defects To the way you lure and infect As you swing back and forth ***** cryptic vices entomb false chords that quiver That ***** quiver like your corpse Every time i cosset you jerk and spill a bitter stench Then lay back and expect more Inside of you i've never felt more empty You're the vaguest ***** i've ever met Clouds are more lucid next to your deceptive livid husk Maybe if i rend that heaving chest cavity And drain all the bull***** Your skin will be translucent And i'll see that without the deceit you're just a blank ***** void Inside of you i've never felt more empty It might be my goddamn fault you're dead But the ***** manifested before you ever felt pain At least not from me Every time i cosset you jerk and spill a bitter stench Then lay back and expect more Inside of you i've never felt more empty.
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