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Via It's simple like a mountain is simple.
The Martyr // Cursive
These drunken hours — graces deflowered
Cast down by an angel
She used to kiss his weeping eyes
Depressed in her bosom
Tears roll off her nipple
Sweet baby, don’t cry…
Your tears are only alibis
To prove you still feel —
You only feel sorry for yourself
Well, get on that cross
That’s all you’re good for…







