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Damnit

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Fri, 28 Sep 2007 at 01:41pm

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I am overcome Most of the time By some solemn destructive beauty And some catchy little rhyme Too distant She walks And giggles At all the jokes And kills with a crime But how can I direct Or suggest without suggesting the effect I dejectedly project? When she With those glancing eyes Is always one step closer To another guy Wait, wait Wait, wait, wait Wait... go Wait... No
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2007-09-28
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