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the laugh you shared with him is open barbs to me like razorwire on fields of open skin. you joke about the time and how i'm stuck at home and you're both so perfect in the way you look beneath the lamplight christ it makes me sick and before it gets too late i'd like to clear my name cos if you and he keep on like this much longer i never want to talk to you again. touch is the gateway drug to infidelity and as the moon hangs bloated from a mobile made of stars and airplanes i feel so destroyed and ugly while you reach on tiptoes to caress the neck i'd like to push in with my thumbs. and before it gets too late i'd like to clear my name cos if you and he keep on like this much longer i never want to talk to you again. and i'm spilling out again and i can't even see what should be obvious to stupid, wind-up me with needles in my eyes Letras de cancionesand slabs of stone for hands i've been demoted down to something less than man. i relied on hope. From Letras Mania