down among my crystaline knives,
lies a girl of glitter and pain,
from whose broken mind stories drain,
disjointed and fleeting they drift,
in this place of gaping rifts,
catch one and for a moment feel,
what it is to be unreal.
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| In my hole of mirrors and lies, down among my crystaline knives, lies a girl of glitter and pain, from whose broken mind stories drain, disjointed and fleeting they drift, in this place of gaping rifts, catch one and for a moment feel, what it is to be unreal. |
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