Written with illness and dirty blood were those letters
That story that only happened once, but were told a billion times after
The girl who became a rose
The hell that became a city
The life that destroyed the earth
My muse that remains
My scars and my stains
Abandon, the Brilliant Lunatic
Wax Wild Worm
Dark Matter and black holes
My body is empty for so long now that I can hardly feel your amusing colors
I'm a dead valley and a livin' ghost
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30 Mar 2010
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