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Words, words, words …
I tie myself to the words you once spat at me
Now they slide down all over my skin
I know I’m like an empty book
One’s trying to fill in with the darkest
innermost ink
Like a tattoo to fix your bitter thoughts on
So now I’m bouncing back and forth on the shore
of my imagination
Stuck to you forever thinking spells
I that run from those words you once pronounced
Therefore my corpse lies over the cold stone
of eternity
Suspended …
Waiting …
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