You End it Near
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madamguillotineAngry gay REALLY into Dead Poets Society
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You End it Near

My hands damp like clouds wrists drip like rain my screams blunt like thunder but I shout again and again Lips like curve of planets fists like raging storms teeth like jagged silver dead the day I was born Only song I know are the exclaimations of fear with talons of lightening your end is near

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