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| There was a hole in the wall In this wretched place But it's gone now It was imagined Maybe a past life expierence Suckled from the barren waste That is my imagination I tore the flowers from their stems So that I could give you something beautiful But they were wilted when they reached you They were wilted when I placed them at your feet And they were wilted When I took the lash for my miserable attempt to love you When the light hits the wall just right You can still see the hole that I put there There are always repercussions When passion is involved |