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fake your breath, on tremble lean.
shut your mirrors, haste downscene angry habits, anxious lay, don’t smile too fast, don’t die today. i’m coming now. i will return i’ll raise a pyre, feelings burn. i might be dead, i might be here don’t let me close, just fill with fear. cut my skin and patch your soul cut off my mask, unleash the ghoul. for every step you wished you took will gently stab me, easy hook. the ones you hurt, the ones you lose cigars you waste, the dope you choose the nauseous morning wakes, the lonely nudes, orgasms you fake are your gift from fate above the sweet echo, delayed love. *** [don't wait for me. i won't be home. my shade is far in hopeless roam...]
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