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More in Long Lost DMV Stuff I'm dead and I blame YouFor wasted liquorice days and nights spent
with legs sprawled and black expressions. Offer me cream filled eclair and bespeak will I, Yet, provide compassion and i will bleed like pricked blue steak into crisp green salad. Coerced hostility to toughen my edges (rub lakes of salt into fresh gashes) and I become another nothing storm. I have disregarded tears since you removed my eyes. |
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