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by Joe Holland   Feb 21, 2009


Milkshake this razor, we're frozen, we're blackberries
We cannot be undone,
Your cervical scraps won't wash this down

We're not changed, we're eclipsed,
we're darker than you
We're just so tired
Kiss me goodnight, that's what you paid for

How far can a foret see, if the tree's are in the way
10 o'clock

Worship the Monotone

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  • 15 years ago

    by CanUKissAwayMyPain

    I like the ending. it stand right out to me. nicely done.