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03-15-04
Love
The flowers are lying
Paper leaves
Tied down like...
In streets of cultivated hearts
A fragance of sickness
Buy the lachrymose
Bouquet, the blood is ours
Self-inflicted, self-tasted
The dead cars rolling
Are empty, always empty
But you and I, Destiny
Kiss me, kiss my running hair
The wedding ring is now a noose
I am a fool
I am yours
A dirt-smear'd piece of paper
Autographed by us
Lick it, it tastes like old candy
You live, I die, am dead
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