a note to self
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i vow to purge you both of your warmest thoughts
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and strike you down with this hateful gaze
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with these words i wish you the worst
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with these words i promise poison
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beware this bitter breath
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for it brings arsenic
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beware this artic stare
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for it will pierce you like icicles
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this is as happy as i'll ever be
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cold and comfortable in these sour times
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what do you expect
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what do you want from me
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this bitten lip can draw no more blood from me
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these carved smiles can heal so quickly
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it's time to slice her heart from your sleeve
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i desire destruction
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when will it collapse
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Burning Butterflies
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| A Jealousy Issue |
