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Copyright © AlbinoPoetry, 2007
Here we go We're all made of porcelain Crashing into rock formations It brings a little comfort Here we go Sorting through the pieces I wish that I could be seamless And perfect of course
Shake me Or break me Either way You make me A martyr of scarred proportions It's harder now To find a place to set my feet
Here we go I'm running out of energy All this talk is starting to get to me And makes me nervous Here we go Lost inside the forest Strayed too far we should\'ve seen it Big bad buzzards flying above our heads
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Date Added: 26th of December 2007, at 12:21 am
Word Count: 107
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Notes
I could probably finish this right now but I\'m not in the mood. Enjoy Or not Whichever you prefer.
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- This work is marked as a work in progress.
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Beneath the Peel
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