vivian-millerWhisper

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Rusted ChromeYour father looked down dresses while sitting in church / But he was beat with a belt for not abiding God's words / And while kneeling by your broken bed you cast a wasted curse
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Jun 16, 2010
NeighborsHe watched her from across the street / She let the dishes pile up but always washed her sheets / He knocked on her door at midnight one time
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May 21, 2010
UselessShe had a burn in the crinkle of her right eye / Someone threw a cigarette out the window when she walked by / So she wore glasses with thick frames to hide her scar
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May 21, 2010
BeginningsIn small towns where nothing ever happens is where it all begins / Suburban neighborhoods and televisions in their adolescent bedrooms / **** on their internet screens
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May 21, 2010
Whatever ReasonShe had bruises running up the back of her knees / They were from the beggars and losers clawing at her lying in the streets / She wore a corset to keep from falling apart
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Apr 27, 2010
Young KillersKids were disappearing in a small town in Texas / Their bodies before buried were washed to be cleanest / They were found in the woods by the local authorities
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Apr 27, 2010
The TracksShe walked across the tracks and her foot stuck snug / It hurt at her ankle so she thought of soft rugs / She slid her foot out but it broke and spilled on the road
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Apr 27, 2010
UntitledI like watching people sleep because they always look so peaceful in their dreams / They are cuddled on their sides stretching out their seams / They dream of silky women and of deserts and of seas
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Apr 4, 2010
King RalphLittle Ralph was born in gold / even though his brother cold / Little Ralph was fat and warm
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Apr 4, 2010
Milk MaidA luscious milk maid- / winding down to the lake / A wicked monkey clown-
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Apr 4, 2010
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