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The ugly pieces float back to me in waves, Taunting me, Haunting me; Killing me slowly, But surely. The teeth of my consience gnaw at my flesh, Giving my dreams of Oil and... Oil and... I once drowned in your liquid perfection~ Written January 31st, 2002 © on Jan 31 2002 12:38 PM PST, Katrina Armour 0 • 10
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