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Skipping to Nowhere
you punch like a drunken sailor
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
one in six BILLION
you
can go ahead and stand up
now,
it's hard to pick you out,
you're one in a crowd of six billion, and
i'm starting to wonder
if i'll ever fucking find you.
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damn, dead end.
blood spilled eyes wide
we're soaring through the
neverending night
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