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Member since 2003 · Posted 9 Apr 2005 · 0 comments

Your turning out the lights With the pounding of a hammer One bright flash, and its all gone In the darkness you shall, Bathe in your blood, And I can't help but wonder What your thinking of Is it my face, Or the fireflies inside your stomach Where you've lead I can not follow

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