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AUGUST DECEIT - 4.11.2004
I never wanted to disenchant you
From your solid melancholy selfishness
Yet for that moment's entirity
Lost in the breath of a broken heart
My walls crumbled at your feet
Forgetful of the acoustics and
Robert Smith-like attitude
The classic charismatic icon, untouchable
You spread your attentions like a disease
Contagious and addictive
You've got me habbituated
You're salt on stones
Dried in the sun, scraping my insides
WIth steel-toed lyrics
Inadvertently making me ache for more unhealthiness
Yes, I know you're occupied
But you always said you were vacant
I never wanted to disenchant you
From your solid melancholy selfishness
Yet for that moment's entirity
Lost in the breath of a broken heart
My walls crumbled at your feet
Forgetful of the acoustics and
Robert Smith-like attitude
The classic charismatic icon, untouchable
You spread your attentions like a disease
Contagious and addictive
You've got me habbituated
You're salt on stones
Dried in the sun, scraping my insides
WIth steel-toed lyrics
Inadvertently making me ache for more unhealthiness
Yes, I know you're occupied
But you always said you were vacant
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First thing I've written in ages.
I want to cry because of this, but... I can't. I hate that feeling, damnit.
And yes... it really IS 3:30 in the morning.
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Listening to: Mint Car - The Cure
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I want to cry because of this, but... I can't. I hate that feeling, damnit.
And yes... it really IS 3:30 in the morning.
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Listening to: Mint Car - The Cure
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more amazing work O_O bloody well done job