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jaws of hell and barely anything
else rests with you
sold chrome glare
with your fierce grooming wars and oh-so-shiny fingernails
you're like particle dust and
implosions come quick to the mighty
it all falls
it all falls
apart
they say even the best dreams
must be woken from.

2003-10-12 | 7:49 p.m.
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