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Ink drips awkwardly off.
Subtle hands hidden inside of,
Stiff, smooth evening gloves,
Fashion statement in its own right,
Tears slide out from eyes,
The champagne on the dance floor,
Spin me around till the very end,
One last chance and we'll be done,
We'll fly like no one gone now,
We'll die like anyone has before us,
This misery we still are and am,
In the silence of false hope that echoes.
- by -x- Fridge -x- |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/13/2008 |
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- Title: Coarse Hands
- Artist: -x- Fridge -x-
- Description: When the silence fills my head. There is nothing to do but scribble it down.
- Date: 12/13/2008
- Tags: coarse hands
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- RavenaRayne - 12/24/2009
- I like it, the way the words seem all twisted
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