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transparent 11:12 p.m. 2005-10-10 Nightshade to cover the vehemence of your evil soul in the cover of night and between the sheets you are a liar. Like the ghost from the grave you rose from the snow and like smoke you disappeared and i'm still sitting here wondering what went wrong. Humiliation and the sheets of rain that collapsed on our heads to forecast this favor. In the storm a hard rain to represent your betrayal as two strings attach and rewind. Nevermind the consequences we're sitting here and the cigarette is a symbol. Your hope, my disease this razor this fucking razor. Neglect, the haunting... revisited back & forth |