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reincarnate the sun (by tracy maret)
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i walk beneath my standing ground.
and breath the dirt that surrounds my feet.
i feel all the pain from head to tow.
pins in my feet and headaches in my eyes.
it doesn't hurt though..
but it blinds me from the light.
I'm afraid of the light.
goth jestures play paddy-cake with my eyes.
will i comeout?!
will i feel will i feel?
will i steal?
i'm already out..
born and out of the grave.
will reincarnate you?
were you my love?
i was in you....
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