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I ask you...Please.I ask you... "Please..."I ask you...Please.
I lay on my side as the vomit leaks unconsciously down my lips. And you cracked your boot upon my bruising ribs.
Staring up, I saw you leak through the sunlight. Your outlines tear down my cheeks. I cannot think. I beg you... "...please..." But your heartless fire bursts open my lip. And my face continues to drip. You've stained your shirt.
The smell of matches lingers, as I take the cold air in gulps. I don't know why I bother.
Your lip shone with a static glow, and your eyes stole into me with
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The smile on my face isn't always real
But the way you make me feel
Is all that's really real
You Little Duck House
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