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from shaming rites by a cellophane jackal

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Like a piece of tissue to wet skin
the ghost of our promises still clings to mine.
Everyone knows that nobody meant it
I'm through deciding anything.
Comfort, darling comfort, come to me!

Until the earth burns,
no one will get what they deserve.
Stop pretending like you're not a willing part of this machine.

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from shaming rites, released January 31, 2014

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