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I stare Ice cold glass with condensation dripping dropping ticking tocking time The clock tilts at angles My hands turn and flip While I sip My eyes bore into the land Laid out before me Like a beautiful woman Her skin a callous brown her plateaus and valley's My lady, my land I smile into my glass The screen door slams shut As they rush in Knock over my table Stand before me Barrel staring me down The war rages on my lady The glass breaks The hands stop And I laugh
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Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 7:06 PM UTC
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I stare Ice cold glass with condensation dripping dropping ticking tocking time The clock tilts at angles My hands turn and flip While I sip My eyes bore into the land Laid out before me Like a beautiful woman Her skin a callous brown her plateaus and valley's My lady, my land I smile into my glass The screen door slams shut As they rush in Knock over my table Stand before me Barrel staring me down The war rages on my lady The glass breaks The hands stop And I laugh
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Lebanese
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 7:06 PM UTC
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