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Sep 2010
Hints of exposure in the new waving world of disclosure
Gestures of the hands can mean hello,
can mean goodbye,
can mean come forth,
can mean please die.
Whichever you choose for use,
it’s nothing but a body seminar excuse.
Ones that march for allnighters vs alldayers.
Cults who vow one human being for some prayers.
An army lead by Satan advocates.
Sick misfits in psych-wards,
the strangest place known to be
I’ve been and let me tell you that I’ve never been so negligent.
To think of it all behind cushioned walls, strapped to the cot.
And all I did was smoke a little ***.
Thats right the gate opener drug they say,
but my first were pills crushed.
The Xanax sleep sway.
I gestured then and now, then and now.
Vow to no cult, religion, just sound.
Yeah I vow to sound,
******* fox and the hound.
I vow to such sound that has yet to be found.
mEb
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mEb  Illinois
(Illinois)   
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   Lila Lily-Thanh
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