Boxed photographs in an attic
Full of grass
Morals torn to rags
Mirrors hung against
rusted and broken walls
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Full of grass
Morals torn to rags
Mirrors hung against
rusted and broken walls
Read MoreI want to light myself with the darkness of your soul
As I wander through the dreary poisoned veins
That fuse together in chaotic delight
And fill the gap in my chest where there once was a hole
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