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Cold and late,
The spot that wasted,
Finally lookin face,
To face and I can't taste the blood,
The taste of you,
The taste of you.

Lips that part the truth,
And choking,
Breath that held too long,
And smoking,
Fires burning down,
To cool in Hell.

Tip toe 'round the ish shoo dancing In and out of frame,
By chance do,
You know where you are?
Twist and spin,
The words I say you're,
Biting your own tongue,
By chance do you you know who you are?

I do.
Someday someday someday You'd run away I knew...


released 31 December 2013
Sawhorse Studios



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