2008/06/08
I still
can go
that tragic place
you built
for him
I wished
one day
that I can
let you
down
oh, slowly
is there
anything coming
easily
so easily
that I cannot
escape
O, darling
I prayed
and I strayed
but I meant
that
I would rather
eat a sour pie
than
love in lies
O, I
can let this
go down
outside the
forest of
veins
I still
can look
those
selfish things
I know
you well
enough to
see thru
the shitty
haze, O,
hatred
before you
know that
I am
coming
so easily
as earthquakes
O, here...
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