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By Courtney Date: 2002 Mar 16 Comment on this Work [[2002.03.16.18.19.6531]] |
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My paranoia was spun from acid tears and a furious fist excuse me for flinching when your hand touches my mask I have scars you don't see and demons in my past darker than any of your skies The moon eclipsed this sun there is no bright in my days no peace in my nights when fingertips graze what lays hidden with the threat to unveil |