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Burn-out baby with your age-old legs you used to smell of awe-struck, now limp puts a paper bag over your favorite color and tries not to breathe out sometimes you clobber me you, with star-struck gone mad and worn around the edges a bit, you�re still beautiful to me. and still take it one day at a time.
2004-02-27 | 3:34 p.m.
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