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You
It's true
I feel betrayed
Cast off in the pot
Like an article
A pronoun with no credit
Over used by children
And valley hills
Help me
Save me
I can't deteriorate from your faith
I can feel the wind sharp in my ears
Where your breathing used to suffice
You seraphim
You dastardly creature.
I feel betrayed
Cast off in the pot
Like an article
A pronoun with no credit
Over used by children
And valley hills
Help me
Save me
I can't deteriorate from your faith
I can feel the wind sharp in my ears
Where your breathing used to suffice
You seraphim
You dastardly creature.
Published 22nd Oct 2011
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