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ALWAYS THE BACK
CURVED UNDER THE PRESSURE
HEAD IN BLACK CLOUDS,
FINDING A LITTLE GLOW
YOU CAN LET THE FATE
CHANGE YOUR UNIVERSE
OR GRAB IT BY THE THROAT ‘N SPILL HIS BLOOD
ALL OVER YOUR HANDS.
WHY, TELL ME WHY,
YOU KEEP THE DARKEST ONE ?
DON'T YOU THINK IT'S TIME,
TO CLOSE THE WOUND FOREVER ?
LET IT BURN
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