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I was moving Seeing double Two of her Maybe three Dogs crossing Almost dying Wine trying To unhinge Me The loneliness Corrodes me Equivocates And I see Straight Again One of me One of her Face To Face Both of us In this Seclusion Alone Misrepresentation A lie We both Go home Alone And cry The same Cry Six hundred And thirty Six Times
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Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 11:06 AM UTC
Crocodile Tears
I was moving Seeing double Two of her Maybe three Dogs crossing Almost dying Wine trying To unhinge Me The loneliness Corrodes me Equivocates And I see Straight Again One of me One of her Face To Face Both of us In this Seclusion Alone Misrepresentation A lie We both Go home Alone And cry The same Cry Six hundred And thirty Six Times
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Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 11:06 AM UTC
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