I'll meet you there at spaces stop
When the world strikes three...

My weapon
Is a curved metal knife...

I love them all.
(Secretly: Just Bree...

I don't want your stupid clothes
Take back you retched books...

I've bled this blood, I'm afraid to bleed.
Yet somehow arms rain red...

And the silence
That's the beauty...

When midnights charm has left my side
I'll return to sane...

Doe kicks the dirt, lets colors fly
Run the backgrounds battle cry...

I perched atop a crazy slop
On which in nightmares I do hope...

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A hail stone's thrown from a speeding by cloud
In hopes that I'll join the dance...

One more bottles staring match
Out of conversations catch...