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By bartman

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Oh meWith my Silly deceptionAnd my Happy masochism.The perfectSpecimenWith a bright gold toothAnd a diamond stud,You pushand pullTo gain controlInvisiblyAround me,Without real effort.And i retreat NowWith disdainCan't hardly stomachYour breath,You swine.Sleep easyNowIf you can,Knowing what you've done. Written October 22nd, 2001 © on Oct 22 2001 05:44 AM PST   0 • 1

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"Oh meWith my Silly deceptionAnd my Happy masochism.The perfectSpecimenWith a bright gold toothAnd a diamond stud,You pushand pullTo gain controlInvisiblyAround me,Without real effort.And i retreat NowWith disdainCan't hardly stomachYour breath,You swine.Sleep easyNowIf you can,Knowing what you've done...."

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