*Polaritise
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Give to me again those glasses so i the darkened lens keep apart my the reality my own laughter just own my jokes inside not by own eyes, the sorrow not the touch of pain, my own hands lies more lies and deflated it goes make away bird let feed on the wire a hunter, the hunted decay soon found dripping ground fostered and feared against the stem of flesh i am just a power pee on a cold burner turn on it let me away Written February 20th, 2002 © on Feb 20 2002 01:33 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Give to me ..."