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When I see your face there is a soft glow, As if I was looking at a sunset. Even when your face may no longer show, To me, your love acts a comfort blanket;
Pray and one day I’ll be free from your trance My throat still tightens at the thought of your cry Ill sit by the fire and watch devils dance  
the boiling water descends flowing over the skin your handsran down.bullets spew from the shower headlike a machine gunmowing down my enemythat hides in my curvesbut with its horrible accuracy
Count on your fingers With a blood tipped wing Times that you flew free Times that all people sing   In the moments of peaceHailing our prosperity
“I lay in the tub with blades and blood;  and there they found me”, he said.                               This man, this man whom I have loved. His pain.  It is now apart of my pain.  
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