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8:48 p.m. 2004-07-09

you don't owe me a thing your sweet words burned holes in these tables and all of the pictures of you were black and blue. Like a trial before betrayers we throw up glass castles to arrest our sincerity and deceit is a cloak to hide in. All the times you said you loved, you only lost every time you fell apart and i'd bleed foryou but you'd never understand the significance and i'm falling apart at the seams that bind these heartstrings to honor and fealty but life is so full of untruth that we run out of ice and go careening into mindless intrigue. Don't waste your words on me this time the stormclouds are coming and rain is a sure thing by the time the sun sets

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