Quiet like the back of my hand

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Deadly Girl is poisonous
Poetry's the cure
My mind longs to forget her
Why can't it be pure?

God's fat blue tears of sorrow
Never cleanse my head
A lone dog, my thoughts are chained
Free only when dead

Hush! The Girl mocks from afar
Pinpricks on my lips
I'm doomed to not breathe clearly
Silence cracks like whips








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