Scraps For The Starving

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I can't shake it from my head. I can't shake away the feeling of your blood through my, giver of life. (veins). He loves his song, hates his life, and lips it all to save and kill. He gave flesh to the heartless, and I gave bread to the starving. I'll never forget the nightmares we made come true. We played Asia in your name last week. Blood pressure was low. I miss you. I never felt so alive. Flames caught you up, friend. They tell me I'll be there...soon...to see you. They stole his song, and broke the timeclock in his face. So don't tell me we are the ones that closed his eyes. For the last time, I couldn't stand to see him in his well decorated sleep. I couldn't stand to see him sleep, for the last time.

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