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Eyes and tears, I saw these beside her ears
I lifted the knife and pressed it into her cheek And I raised it to scratch away the tiny stream Of a little burning creek Please hide my lack of interest I’m apologizing To a woman who tried her best Tried her best To ignore my thoughts and kill My dreams When I dreamed of little demon things You’re so alive Eyes and tears, I saw these beside her fears Staring at me like small round mirrors I touched her cold hand And I made sure To withstand this wasteland Because I can be angry I lifted the knife to cut a little stream To make a burning creek Down her face Which always looked at me So Hatefully I think You are so alive
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