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li  ne        t  hem up one by           one                                                           puppets in a parade             the        whores that        flounce and walk by strut                                                                strut you  are a q  u  e  e  n                           hair matted, lips painted             i feel  your p      a    i  n (can i offer you a release?)                   i'll be one of you                            someday hide              my                  thoughts                behind .....                        broken glass             so transparent,]   almost to fade                         gruesome details\\\that lead us back to where we began (repeatedly) i can't l          i            e to you y                o          u            and i are one in the same i've done my time *()                                               dirty deeds happen too often           i've fallen down harddddddd (can i pick up the pieces) softly                                i can not tell you (the rumours are all true)               regrets lay arranged in perfect little boxes []   labelled as                     *lost love*>, and >painful good byes<         the list goes on and i want to be rid of it (burn it up in embers hot)             <            glistening bodies and old hags |\||     have placement s    i  de by si    d    e          if I        give      you      some money         can you rid me of all of my troubles p            u        n  i  s    h me with an induced high. (freedom) Written March 23rd, 2002 © on Mar 23 2002 09:00 AM PST, melissa upfold   0 • 9