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by anonymous

now burnt hand but everyone wants this iron and
Your beautiful compleator has now killed you
it just gets worse
never forget this moment
For from this there's no going back
this...
from the wreckage of a life
this...
With lace and pink and sparkle in her eye
me, myself and i
In the fastnesses of night
and it clouds my mind sometimes
Looking for a key that someone lost,
to my broken self
dont get burned by my fire
me, myself and i

Written January 12, 2003, 9:10 am
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