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Created on: July 02, 2007
So far
So far this knife
Is not sharp
So far I can still see a way out
I still know what should not have been said
Life is easy when you are already dead
Its like something the moon light once said
"a taste for agony is heavier when fed."
Yet as light as I feel
I still tame a dance
That is the fuel
Better then butter
Yet cooler then steel
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