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But he knows, in all of his innocence, that, they are just slow daggers cutting away at his heart. He waits paitently for the next abrupt time. Dry wit, and sorrowed eyes with dashes of purity can't help him now. Underneath the covers, he shivers, history is his hand. His frigid face, with sunlight lips, tremble. He can't stop shaking, his teeth omit a serious, horrifying chatter, whose very sound scares, himself. The blinding lights slowly engulf themselves into his body & his soul. The reflections of a naked past, the drenched words of a dishonest man. In all of his pain, he doesn't fear, it's just the unsettling moves of h

Pure, Like a virgin's unkissed lips. But I want you, dirty, dirty child Who grows on fences and streaks About like orphan vines that've Got somewhere to go. Write all Over you because you're (not) mine. Don't you love the smell of Repetitive rain? I think I could Breathe in a world of rain, soaked That's how I want you. Knotted hair wet with tears of broken glass. Stolen girl, You don't spark the way you should. Lets take a drive, you, me, cold air And galloping pound of picture-esque Scenes. There's not much I want to do Before I die, Only pictures. It's a solemn thing. I could drown in glass air, yr words not mine. Fl