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Discussion in 'Literature and Poetry' started by Tell Tale, Dec 19, 2008.

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    Peel back the eyelids
    Pluck out the eyes
    Place them on the fingertips so they can see your lies
    Your insides
    Heart pumping hate pumping anger outside
    Tied up in ribbons of blackish rebellion against all you deny
    And I sigh
    Because I know that the one thing you won't let die
    Is reality: your guilt.
     

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