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![]() Shattered Fragments of Glass Pieces And Crumbs (And The Failure To Move On) |
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Written January, 18th 2005.
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how longs it been, my dearest friend since you've filled this emptyness i've tried to fill it, again,
and again but nothing fits the piece you carved back then and in my heart the skeletons still search for
crumbs their mouths dry and beatin' and numb and they'll never find a crumb and if there's really
nothing now please tell me how everytime, i close my eyes i
can see your lights sorounding me and i find it hurts everytime i go blind wrapped
and folded in a creamcycle now these nights are immortal cause, if it kills me to loose it i'll
keep it in my dreams i'll wrap my heart in it's sacred screams which will never give me peace
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and the skeletons in my heart still search for crumbs...
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