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Jul 2011
She's a rubber-head ******
stepping out of the oxygen tent
with a smokey smile
to hide her oil-spill tongue.

Time keeps tripping
as she sends letters home
from the Garden State

Her third eye was high
when she broke all her favorite laws
and built herself a sinner.

She's a self-destructive soul assassin
who could go all day
and never make a sound.
Georgina Ann
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