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By Alexzandria Samonte Submitted by annski808 Date: 2014 Nov 09 Comment on this Work [[2014.11.09.23.25.25622]] |
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cut down the vine of hopes trimmed down the garden of miseries gathered all of your flowers of lust with a pulp of abomination on the side the drunken vodka was soaked on the stinge of the fence humming the broken hearted me song right in the middle of thorny scarborough that rides through the back of the minicule you're on your own now you never cared before you will never care now even more lighting up the torch running towards the finishing line cutting down the ribbon nobody's a winner we have sworn but ended up in a scorn we will never ever get back together that's one thing's for sure one that is already carved in stone ride through the wind and bite the dust in the storm i've cut my heart open for you to mimic the cry that's been trapped on the inside can you hear it out loud? i'm bleeding in sands the tiny granules that hurt my eyes this is where i fold |