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young lovers not doing any loving falling asleep in the strangest of places whisper tiny secrets into unfledged ears motel bedrooms along massive stretches of pavement adultry violence addicton a loss of innocence never recovered i pass by these moments at 65 miles per hour unsure of their reality towing the lines between sleep and a coma life's worth a split level with a pool and a two car garage wives spitting in their loved ones dinner rejoice for the middle class! sin runs in the family like water overflowing from a gutter don't tell dad i went into his hunting room you kiss like a priest, hard and shapeless distance isn't what changes you and besides i'm tired of you passing out in my bathtub
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Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 6:30 PM UTC
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young lovers not doing any loving falling asleep in the strangest of places whisper tiny secrets into unfledged ears motel bedrooms along massive stretches of pavement adultry violence addicton a loss of innocence never recovered i pass by these moments at 65 miles per hour unsure of their reality towing the lines between sleep and a coma life's worth a split level with a pool and a two car garage wives spitting in their loved ones dinner rejoice for the middle class! sin runs in the family like water overflowing from a gutter don't tell dad i went into his hunting room you kiss like a priest, hard and shapeless distance isn't what changes you and besides i'm tired of you passing out in my bathtub
margaret-katherine-lemontagne
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Dec 9, 2012
Dec 9, 2012 at 6:30 PM UTC
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