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it wasn’t an accident to commit such a crime bodies falling in a line symmetrical, detestable with the measured hand of a stable man to take a knife to a wife is what we call a crime of desperation but in the range the ****** of a stranger stranger still must have a plan he is a man and a man of mind of careful calculation because only a man who has reached this place not rashly to raise above the smoke and ashes knows what kind of clarity it takes to take away what man himself can’t make he knew that we’d put on a fuss to save our face he knows the joke’s on us
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Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 11:23 PM UTC
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it wasn’t an accident to commit such a crime bodies falling in a line symmetrical, detestable with the measured hand of a stable man to take a knife to a wife is what we call a crime of desperation but in the range the ****** of a stranger stranger still must have a plan he is a man and a man of mind of careful calculation because only a man who has reached this place not rashly to raise above the smoke and ashes knows what kind of clarity it takes to take away what man himself can’t make he knew that we’d put on a fuss to save our face he knows the joke’s on us
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Sep 16, 2012
Sep 16, 2012 at 11:23 PM UTC
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