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by spidadyke   Nov 9, 2010


Souless eyes
pretty thighs
open wide
its time to die

sleep tight
souless night
put up a fight
you wont make it
through the night
shut your eyes
with that knive in your hand
write the words
in your head on your skin let them know you have sinned
[[havent wrote anything in a couple years so its sloppy]]

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