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Secrets
Jan 13, 2007 20:14:41 GMT -5
Post by ♥ on Jan 13, 2007 20:14:41 GMT -5
Whisper it into my ear, Bastard, While the sands of time run thick, With the salt water, You call tears, I'll listen why these chains enwrap me, And maybe if, you let me go, I can offer, My own opinion, The second snake rippling round your arm, Until your lies, Entwine into another and throttle you, A woven noose of spiderwebs, Brushed away but creeping back, On a dusty chainbound floor, So I ask one more time, Fool, Whisper something more.
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