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it's hard to make these letters look as beautiful as you a word too soft, too frail to be uttered or be placed in your dreams my blood was an untrusty ink tonight with lips and hands that will never meet again please understand that these are the years and i just can't bare to see them wasted my blood was an untrusty ink tonight on the back of photographs these words fall short of our last goodbye when gold-capped irony brings the pain of light as the seasons change as the seasons change bottoms up you fuckers this is your last release your libations are undead to me bottoms up you fuckers this is your last release your libations are undead to me |