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Encrusted
Inside my hardened heart lives a barnacle
you tend to find them lurking in the shallows,
it's feeding off the nothing, becoming one with it.
it may have a voice,
or I might have a conscience
for something screams in the night.
you tend to find them lurking in the shallows,
it's feeding off the nothing, becoming one with it.
it may have a voice,
or I might have a conscience
for something screams in the night.
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