Her mind lives tidily, apart from cold and noise and pain. And bolts the door against her heart, out wailing in the rain.
I give her sadness and the gift of pain, a new moon madness and a love of rain.
If I had a shiny gun I could have a world of fun Speeding bullets through the brains Of the folks that cause me pains :)
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