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I wasn’t in me, instead i was trying to feel your breathing in my back like some pray to the pagan god...
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i was felling al my contaminated Blood flowing throw my veins
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it was burning me from inside
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i was reading some letters from the madness and suddenly i realized i´d been touched...
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i was in some place like heaven... listening some of your whisperings...
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but was hot like some kind of hell
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hell inside...
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and outside the freezing reality...
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I was waiting you
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dialing stranger codes
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but you turn back
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and the only thing that i colud feel was your back(me apoye)
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without any believe that you were there and i felt down...
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My back ackes...
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your finger tips are sad...
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maybe with the sunshine the acke stop
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maybe, the acke scream so loud your name that i cant even remember if i was named for someone else before...
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im trying so badly to put all the things together, my brain is spinning and the letters falling apart over the table,
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the puzzle of this fictional history going around and around
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i cant find the paper...
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maybe i clean up my mouth with it after the dinner
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after i ate the last piece of your eternal (diatrivas)
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one of that cyclical answers
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gave an intense sickness
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i throwing up all the old statements and i don’t feel any relieve
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why are you still crawling in my back?
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why are you still scratching in my back?
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all the things that you’re looking after are here
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Between the flesh and the bones, the blood is crying and wants to left the vase
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could u see it?
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maybe some romantic letters colored in red...
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maybe some historical whisperings metallically and salty flavored...
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like a guitar string...
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(and i cant go on further than...)
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what do u think?
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i don’t know exactly...
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it does matter?
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I feel trap...
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without sense...
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I feel sad
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and (deseperada)
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the hands only want to move
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but i didn’t have a pen...
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i was looking it like some freak woman who lost his child in the supermarket when she was doing her shopping...
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and was so delightful with his pathetic thoughts of made her husband’s dinner
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that she doesn’t felt
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that she lost herself
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and all her family
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to buy a piece of meat...
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then she cut off her veins...
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and then some attendant of the store said...
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cleaning in the hall fifteen...
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