i was drawing outlines of you,
to erase when wish you gone.
only broken fingers hold you.
i have slept and clung to the knife.
get you gone.
you have turned eternity inward
you feast, screaming and alone
get you gone.

i remember, before i knew you, i would kill for you...
you were just different, at least from a distance, 
i should have kept mine from you.

you were underlining my errors,
i had thought my finest work.
get you gone.
i am drawing outlines of you,
to erase when wish you gone.
get you gone.

i remember, before i knew you, i would kill for you...
you were just different, at least from a distance, 
i sho

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