In the core of my bones
tar pits populate.
It hurts when they boil
It hurts when they freeze
It hurts worst when they lay inbetween
I think it hurts so bad 'cause they've never been cleaned
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Sunday Mourning.
Submitted:Oct 6, 2009 Reads: 61 Comments: 1 Likes: 2
In the core of my bones
tar pits populate.
It hurts when they boil
It hurts when they freeze
It hurts worst when they lay inbetween
I think it hurts so bad 'cause they've never been cleaned
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