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Jul 2011
there's a place up the road where the **** of this town meet
The city, is so *****, you catch infections from the street
The creatures congregate, their motives cloak and dagger
Occasionally, i can be found, drunk iΒ Β stumble and stagger

I can't breathe, suffocating in this poison town
A terminal social cancer from a carcinogenic crowd
Suffering melted skin from the acid rain,
Fried nerves from bullet burns shot through my brain

And you're polluting my eardrums
With your toxic verbal sludge
And your tarnished silver tongue
Is lapping up my blood
07/09,06/11
richie dagger
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richie dagger
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   --- and Samuel Mcloughlin
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