Softly spoken words
diggin dirt inside
this slit open heart of mine
A hundred tiny knives
quietly driven into those
old wounds
A joker smile of yours
hates me I wish you d stop
turning me bitter
Maybe you can't stand
my love
I turn my eyes into stone
maybe you can't stand
my grace
and wish
i d cripple
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