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[aid] => mick
[title] => Blood Dripping
[time] => 2011-05-03 02:58:35
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[bodytext] => Your eyes
Inside the bottle of wine
I had
Everywhere
Your eyes stare at me
I am the purist
And you a badly made movie
That I hate
But i am attracted to you
Like a moth to a flame
I burn my fingers
Everytime
I touch your pretty hands
When I see you
I see a landscape made in heaven
I see trees and beautiful flowers
But I know it's hell instead
Everything turns into burnt
Self centered images
On deadly ground
Blood dripping
Blood….your most favorite drink
Dripping from
Every memory you have ever formed
Blood dripping in delight
From you somber white face
Those pretty hollow eyes
Shriek with an unstable laughter
….With such delight
As you nail my picture
Against your wall
One more time
Victim no so and so
How do you live with yourself
At the end of the day
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[alanguage] => english
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