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Fuck me until death do us part
dreamingstar

I'm not quite sure if I did so(u)le right.

The song your heart sings, from the depths of its extremities
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lends itself deeply to the chorus of the stride of the shadow
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     -the one that creeps along the stairway to the cellar-
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So intense that its so(u)le existence shudders away
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the ghosts that creep up in the night to overcome
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      -triumphing above locked away vaults of scary secrets-
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your greatest fears enveloped in crystalline powder
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or resting in the bottom of an empty Jack Daniels.
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     -your heartache lying in the bottle of epicac hiding in your bottom drawer-
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you send hurt to heaven in a white cloud of smoke
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fuck all your secrets into used up condoms and dollar bills
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fall asleep to the lull of white noise on your stereo
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     -you're slowling dying, letting those secrets overcome-
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But each ensuing day proves that the answers come contained in a capsule
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and life consists of the mantra:
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      -fuck me until death do us part-
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29 Jan 09

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sole
 — OKcomputer

well I wasn't sure which sounded better. sole or soul?
 — dreamingstar

wish I could see the suspended comment..
 — dreamingstar

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