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Fires of the Tormented Soul
Don't look in my eyes
As I hold you still
Ignore the fires
That burn at will
Remove the gifts
You have for me
And slip the lists
You would foresee
As best you know
You've never seen
An average Joe
You've been wiped clean
©2009 LUTHER SPELLS
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