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[gaiawingz]: 390.The Writings.Aphro
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My fingertips in paint
Laughing in this spinning room
You whom they call a saint
Just old and dusty stone
From an era long ago
Not that the angels flown
So you'll come crashing to the floor
A broken saintless pedestal
How you always wanted more
At the wreck you have become
Smashed to bits upon the ground
They know you've come undone
Oh jealous, condescending queen
It was my job to break you now
Deep as the church bells ring