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Thoughts Of A Dying Atheist.
Tuesday, 6 March 2012
Didn't you see that I was fragile
That you should hold me up the right way?
Glass bones to break me with
Shattered inside of me
Splinters of my longing
Embedded in my tongue
So it hurts when I don't talk of you
Of what we could've done
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