the house it burns itself down
builds itself up
burns itself down again
from ashes to diamonds
and in reverse
forever cursed
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my shadow likes its place now
and i dare not to move
an apocalypse wallflower
pouting in a corner
the only one not dancing
when the earth froze over
stuck in a pose
forever
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a lump of coal where your heart should be
an angel impaled on a pine tree
merry xmas to me.
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