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Oh let the granite stone weep Like some mocked-up Mary - You see, my heart wears a clown mask Grinning my forte, my foibles.
A dour stretch, my new smile At a black Aphrodite -
Icicles hang from her ribs, A soul more shredded than mine -
Only I could be taken For the loveless goddess, And guts stained At the altar - I loved.
"Look into my eyes," She commanded and Only then I saw The snakes in her hair.
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_//LEMONTEA||MORE.ADDICTIVE.THAN.HEROIN_+''
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a boy like me would never be seen fighting for peace.
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_//LEMONTEA||MORE.ADDICTIVE.THAN.HEROIN_+''
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a boy like me would never be seen fighting for peace.
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a boy like me would never be seen fighting for peace.
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a boy like me would never be seen fighting for peace.
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a boy like me would never be seen fighting for peace.
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a boy like me would never be seen fighting for peace.
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a boy like me would never be seen fighting for peace.
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