you've got a cunt, but sometimes it's all you've got
Vagina-wearer, like a badge you rip so many hearts to shreds and leave them quiet by the roadside one more victory march one more chance to wait in line to find the next one to leave behind like so much ash in the palm of your hand we�re fading faster than you can imagine and soon there�ll be nothing left of any of us and maybe then you�ll settle down some and smiling, meaning it. Not just for kicks anymore.
2004-02-27 | 2:57 p.m.
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