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wound
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Q
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Heal It
may i kiss and lick the scratch
to make it heal quickly,
and then kiss and lick where it was,
to make it heal well?
Copr. 1999
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dragon
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your words
are like daggers
tearing at my skin, my eyes, my heart
and you're leaving me so torn up
that i may never be an enire person again
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nonameneeded
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stop speaking to me
for it seems like
every word you say
leaves a wound
that seldom heals
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unhinged
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there you are - as you always were - in bathing light - and naked blue - you're a part of me - eternal one - by grand design - and setting sun - if you wait i will wait - taste i will taste - if you love i will love - run i will run - to my last breath - last night i turned around and thought i saw myself turning - inside the strangest dream of life unloved and cities burning - awake in my arms - you cry unharmed - our age of the hours - while they still devour all - so take it all - i doubt if we - will know it's gone - cause we've been here - since time began - begged god awake and make these plans - wound opens - reveal this broken man - and soon there's notions of blood on his hands - if you wait i will wait - taste i will taste - if you love i will love - run i will run - to my last breath - last night i turned and thought i saw myself turning - last night i turned around and thought i watched the world ending - inside teh crushing down i felt a pang the tide was turning - destroyed in the wake - the jealous ingrates - who'll tear this world down - to spite god above - with his own love - with his own love - if you wait - if you wait - if you wait i will wait - taste i will taste - if you love i will love - run i will run - to my last breath
billy corgan, machina
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kerry
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when i think of you
mad at me
and all our words of
violent fury
like reagan in the exorcist
slice open my skin
rip me apart
and your voice is a razor
and i'm sobbing uncontrollably
(in my head)
and my heart is shredded
and i'm bleeding my secrets
through my wound
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werewolf
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it's mine to stick my fingers in. why should i quarantine myself? why shouldn't i poison everything i touch?
then i see you, with a sunday picnic smile, your skin is soft, dappled so discretely, so infinitely. you put your hand in mine and trust me.
you are my conscience. you are that long walk away from pain. the realization that i am the burden, not you.
there is no truer love.
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Gurstacular
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The doctor wound the bandage round the wound. Marooned. Bound the ground that you will forever walk, a shuffle the dead know well.
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
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