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You are as confident as broken nails and as filthy as a rodent smells. You're like infidels in cheap hotels where prostitutes have body sales. This guilt was berthed when your stomach fell forever deep into an endless well. This is as tragic as a soiled veil as you've become an empty shell. Cigarette smoke climbs the walls, but broken alarms sound muted calls. Out here, there are countless brawls. Your city sleeps; our city crawls.
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Dec 14, 2010
Dec 14, 2010 at 1:37 PM UTC
Our City Crawls
You are as confident as broken nails and as filthy as a rodent smells. You're like infidels in cheap hotels where prostitutes have body sales. This guilt was berthed when your stomach fell forever deep into an endless well. This is as tragic as a soiled veil as you've become an empty shell. Cigarette smoke climbs the walls, but broken alarms sound muted calls. Out here, there are countless brawls. Your city sleeps; our city crawls.
NBURNS 2010
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Dec 14, 2010
Dec 14, 2010 at 1:37 PM UTC
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