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Soft, pink flesh parts Revealing gleaming, marble daggers Spurting venom Into the distant innocent Cloaked and veiled in hate Now screaming blood Everyone's staring now To watch the scene Then they leave Step out to themselves Back into their lives, their house Where it's dull Insincerity creeps Along the walls Insecurities trip And they fall Waiting to begin They get lost In the moments spent End up going nowhere at all While they think of wasted days Meaningful days that made up The spine of their life The day they met their wife Bad days that made up The heart of their life The day Daddy came at you With a knife The past poisons The future Written January 3rd, 2002 © on Jan 02 2002 04:09 PM PST 0 • 9
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"Soft, pink flesh parts..."