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Published: 2007-03-26 06:47:59 +0000 UTC; Views: 1000; Favourites: 22; Downloads: 0
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Hiding things from me, hiding her problems from meAs fragile as a newborn infant with a tongue of a serpent
Lacing her footsteps with deceit and spite, covering her tracks
Her eyes like a static television set, empty and void
Pieces of what once was are now burning on the loungeroom floor
Time poorly spent
Watch her wear a mask for every day of the week
Watch how I replicate her
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