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of my bones they feverantly break Contracting to this newness this settlement Enduring a pain I've inked in my own hands Slipping into my Skin Pale and untouched by this Careless for love And for you have I failed I became dependant Fearful of my desires I lose as the darkness rebukes my play Of what I could counter if my hands My Hands Independently dance over my skin And repair Or replace My broken heart. |
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