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I still hear the echoes on a sunlit hill I still smell the bubblegum perfume D'you think that you can heal without getting hurt ? Someday there’ll be nothing left to heal She's the type who's never fucking satisfied She’ll never get the stink of it off her Sucking up my nerves like they're spaghetti strands Feeling like a cat that lost its purr Is that god inside you girl? Could I give that thing a whirl? We could be fragments Poetic absеnce I still hear the howl at thе edge of the world I still feel the brushing of her hair Lingering like smoke in all my follicles Feeling like a lock that lost its curl Is it gone inside you girl? Are you rolling round ur pearl? Eventually fragments Poetic absence Is it death becoming her? Will I never fucking learn? All becomes fragments Poetic absence From Letras Mania