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03-01-2008, 04:56 PM
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His Song
Just this
A discussion of My last kill She bled I stared In fascination The pupils as They fix themselves On a point Fix themselves On me I'm the last sight She sees One wound To do the job So there's time To think Should have put Put you back in The box There's still time To think one last I hope she does I hope she will There's time Just enough to say I'm starting to rot
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By the time you're twenty-five they will say you've gone and blown it. By the time you're thirty-five I must confide you will have blown them all 
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