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talk in silence, only to yourself.stare, unashamed at tits and asses,keep staring when caught.snarl at men who size you up,snarl as they snarl.carry a..
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try and breathe some lifeinto a letter,the one from no-name number nine,your favorite from that boxunder your bed.it's filled to burstingwith grade sc..
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read my piece "requiem? absurd!" first. this is kind of a follow up.
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i sit aloneat a table set for two,no christto turn my water to wine,and my,how this cold turkey'sgotten stale.empty bottles linea black hole chandelie..
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past crumbled crushesbeneath south high,riding on poses and prosehoned in men's room mirrors,i followed where you saidwhere you led(to your bed)i bath..
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if she should calltell her i'm long gone,breaking heartssofter than hers,counting bills like clockwork,dropping beatsand panties.tell her i've publish..
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art is a b***h's drink,served chilled and chased,enough to tickle the c**t,hardly enoughfor a good hard f**k.don't make art,you dumb f**k,make war,wit..
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it's as if the dawn subsidesas the daily train tears downthe walls we builtbetween your home (my house)and the silent dismayof sleepless 4 a.m.'s we i..
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i wade through the shallow endof the gene pool,through sod and c**t, re-inventing the humiliationof childhood fist fightsand teeange cut-upsuntil i st..
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snarling with rabid desire,i spent my syllableson frivolous acts of kindnessi lost my similesto vapid testimonial pissingsi bartered my sassfor spotle..
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