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Wednesday, January 19, 2005
today
i touched the end where the pleasure fills the abyss
today
i felt the rough edges of chaos with my fingertips
today
i dredged through a swamp of muck, and sticks
today
i thought of you but drowned you and called it a suicide
your body haunts, your eyes dead holes, your body rag dolls
baby doll
today
oh today
oh today
today
oh today
oh today
i touched myself but i was touching you
i buried my soul's grave, laid dead flowers
everything's dead
the thunder bellows from a sky
its mouth open wide
somewhere i swear i see tomorrow
full of streaks of pain and curtained
in pleasure, darkness a privacy
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