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Promenading on the Fine Line


Saturday, September 29, 2012 @ 1:39 PM
Salt skin.

I've got the salt skin
Running to where he is
Never going to give in
Even with the strength
He's stealing salt skin
Telling me I'm winning wars they created
just to understand...
"the meaning of"

Hands on strings and my mouth open
Find the perfect words
that I've not spoken
And I won't tell the truth
unless you want me to
For all of the times that I lost my head
When it rolled to the floor
and I found it again
But when it came back
No, I didn't know my own name

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