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Thursday, May 22, 2008

Continue.


It takes minutes to make an hour,
They have wasted by killing my time.

In my pocket, is a skill or two,
I'm ready to show it to you.

I have your picture in my eye, to remember.
I just want to know the truth you know.

Don't want to lose it,
just want to fight it.
Traumatise me,
give me what you gave to me.
C.K.

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