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sometimes you see right through me (because of bullet holes)
12:33 a.m. 2007-05-09

We cry conflict like revolving door excavation and i warrant no causeway nor exit sign. Arc lightning across blackened skies and deprive the resolution snaking through concrete pipes and train yard railways and you have fired your rounds with firelight and alcohol. Lets just splinter the sighs that sing tomorrow like truth and when did that lose its right to be sacred? I have callouses on my fingers and dirt underneath my nails and forced into the pores of my skin and i am tired. This will be the first night in a long time i collapse in sprees of despair

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