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on the keys with broken ligaments leavin me out of the dinner room conversation that was irrelevant on paper mached tables and origami chairs gettin angry at my multi lingual body movements uncontrolled jealous leakin out your venom mouth with aunt jemina lingerin on old polaroids sayin otherwise is it over when we hold on in drunken stupors fallin hard on concrete infidelities cuz i'm the cause of it all blame placed on dirty napkins to throw away Written January 21st, 2002 © on Jan 21 2002 12:22 PM PST 18 • 0 • 1
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