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Project my skeleton over into the river's clammy rubbing palms. Just like a sweaty villain exacting his faultless revenge. Allow that villain to roll bones around in a hot stained towel and wipe me clean. (of perspiration pooled fingerprints) Then, of course, it could decide weather to let me flow nicely As a severed string green bean kite, Or carry me head first into a ****** dam. Either way it plays out, I'm dry.
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
So Dry
Project my skeleton over into the river's clammy rubbing palms. Just like a sweaty villain exacting his faultless revenge. Allow that villain to roll bones around in a hot stained towel and wipe me clean. (of perspiration pooled fingerprints) Then, of course, it could decide weather to let me flow nicely As a severed string green bean kite, Or carry me head first into a ****** dam. Either way it plays out, I'm dry.
nick-russo
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
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