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a story told by broken jaws and heart upon my sleeve i wrote for him with fingers prone to bleedno reason,no rhymehis paradigm just damaged reveriea novel written on my skinwith my blood as crimson inka battle foughta battle losta war forsaking peace the book began can’t change the end worn pages filled with dead
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love, hate pleasure, pain it is all just poetry these words are carved into my heart i breathe in and out soliloquy and i walk down these sentences and sit up on these love letters it is all that i am i know no other way to be the hero, the damned the beginning, the
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Loving you Cut me up into little pieces I swear I was never whole anyway LL
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you left it there a little too long you took it back a little too late and now I wonder were you drunk or are you still in love? LL the blood & the bones
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I loved you in every color You only saw me in gray LL |never sure| the blood & the bones
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I miss the thing we never were The dream I had of you and I And I see now I was the only one Who prayed it would come true LL
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this is the girl she wants you to to see, to believe the fantasy and she drips sex like honey from hot spoons and hides her wit, her broken bits, her love, her emptiness just to catch the eyes of men who can’t possibly begin to understand her and she’ll never have to let them
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What was I ever to any of them but just a disposable thing? A body to touch in the in between.. I have become a resting place. A stop beside the road. Maybe a way to waste the time. A place to sit while you decide to go back where you came from or move forward.
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And what am I but run on sentences scattered across the pages of life in a book full of more disasters than victories? Yet here I am still trying to string these words together and make a story that means something to someone other than me.. LL
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It wasn’t long before I had you figured out You truly weren’t afraid of anything But love LL
The Blood & The Bones 