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Liquid Eyes
Foolish pride and wicked lies make liquid eyes. The scars they hide this thing inside. Sadthings' not kind, this things all mine. Broken down and bottled up. Sickened gut and mind corrupt. With two slick red lines and casket shut. I've chose my team but will I make the cut.
Published 9th Aug 2013
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