Pale white, smooth, unblemishedThe blue lines lie raisedI want to see it all in redWant to take the power backTo see it rise to the surfaceWashing all the painful residueLetting it all run awayFrom the gap that has been tornWant to distort and make amendsMaybe bring the feeling backCut through it all just for todayI want to watch the sorrow play
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