it is never in  (for '...')
  andrew lundwall
     
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hiding in the snow 
it is never our birthday 
 
we are out amongst the world 
biting those that care for us 
 
bring me my scissors 
let's make a love x 
 
imagine the night 
and its mascara 
 
its simple 
little doll 
filled with 
beatiful disgust 
 
don't ever call me 
i'll be invisible 
 
my fist is a tiny insect 
your love spins around 
 
look me in the eye 
my magnifying glass 
 
is your 
dark secret 
  
 
   
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