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it was 4 am the baby was kicking they both wanted mint chocolate chip which was the only thing not in the hotels mini fridge I being the loving father to be left in my levis from yesterday the best decision I ever made was kissing her goodbye So now here I am in the closet of the man who ruined our vacation Alameda trailer home clutching a vial of heroine and a pair of pliers Symbolistic white walls surround my fate if i dont pull these teeth in secret the villain shakes the whole **** death trap opening his lock for the last time the worst decision he ever made was locking the door a few minutes later his hand scratched at the **** until the opiates settled the score his body now the rag doll, I wanted to impregnate him with the love my son could have been and tear it out of him with the same tools dangle it from the same floor lamp that is in an evidence room locker with my D.N.A. all over it the worst decision the cops ever made showing me the list of suspects.   the worst decision I ever made was narrowing them down, one by one.
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 12:54 AM UTC
When America comes back
it was 4 am the baby was kicking they both wanted mint chocolate chip which was the only thing not in the hotels mini fridge I being the loving father to be left in my levis from yesterday the best decision I ever made was kissing her goodbye So now here I am in the closet of the man who ruined our vacation Alameda trailer home clutching a vial of heroine and a pair of pliers Symbolistic white walls surround my fate if i dont pull these teeth in secret the villain shakes the whole **** death trap opening his lock for the last time the worst decision he ever made was locking the door a few minutes later his hand scratched at the **** until the opiates settled the score his body now the rag doll, I wanted to impregnate him with the love my son could have been and tear it out of him with the same tools dangle it from the same floor lamp that is in an evidence room locker with my D.N.A. all over it the worst decision the cops ever made showing me the list of suspects.   the worst decision I ever made was narrowing them down, one by one.
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Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 12:54 AM UTC
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