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there's a picture, being painted with the blood of failures. in desperation, for a masterpiece, to guide lost sailors. in the corner i am laughing. the attempts seem humorous, a fight that goes against cancer, contradicts if its tumorous. i can't hide from the infection that resides. in not only what's known, but in my soul. but if i reach too far, its my hand it holds. not only what's know but in my soul. wasted already, was a guide. the snake skin was too smooth. but it is what, set you free. that's what gave you room to move. i can't hide from the infection that resides. in not only what's know but in my soul. but if i reach too far it's my hand it holds. not only what's known, but in my soul. From Letras Mania