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hand in han in a violent live
making love on the edge of a knife
and it's hard to find myself: making bread
again on a sunday afternoon but there i am
sacrificing myself : the cause
of sustenance; is this what it all means
is the stereo too loud
is the sky too blue
might as well ask what you mean > me
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Ever notice how this place just basically, well, sucks.
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