bleached white
stone cold
they s.e.e.
and though they're (dead)
perfection lies within
because (though we've loved and lost)
they're still lying there
somewhere beneath our skin
the epitome of
"what lies beneath"
bleached white
stone cold
they s.e.e.
and though they're (dead)
perfection lies within
because (though we've loved and lost)
they're still lying there
somewhere beneath our skin
the epitome of
"what lies beneath"
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