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The Way I Hold You.
The Way You Release From Me.
It's Just Like A Bow
My Hands Feel Empty
Please Don't Cry When I'm Here
It Cuts Through Our Flesh
I'd Rather Burn Here
Than Spend My Time Alone There
Your Arms Are A Cage
Weep And I'll Listen
Like An Abysmal Punk Song
Your Whimpers Echoe
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