the sunlight rips through the overcast skies of my concious. through the
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crack in the closet door warming the claw marks inside my eyelids the puppet seems to
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have walked in on his master untangling her strings but sometimes when i am
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watching the silhoutte in her bedroom window i think of leaning over her while she
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sleeps and licking the heroin off her lips.
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Unwitting Valentine
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| Pig Destroyer |
