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[aid] => mick
[title] => Turns cold to the touch
[time] => 2005-01-18 20:37:14
[hometext] => ...
[bodytext] => The surface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing to hold face turns cold to the touch. My face was white, laying on the cold tile floor the floor. When I entered your room last night, your face left me as coward. Now I'm left with nothing but your stare that's burning me. I don't try because I'll fail. I'm just in line with the rest of admire. The suface of a broken hand, a credent hand with nothing left to hold. face turns cold to the touch. My face was white. Left alone in desolate dreams. Why can't I be beautiful, so you'd want to save me. But you're the angel with the perfect wings that I'll f*cking break and take you with me. Take you with me. Those words left as stain. I must make you see the ugliness. You left your light on. You turned my will again. Just look what you've created. A sick frail man scared to look at his shadow. I'm sorry that you're part of this, but I can't be left alone tonight. I can't be left alone tonight. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 34 [informant] => skelington [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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