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Aug 2011
i just want to sit alone
amongst the sticks and find

what it is

that rocks my mind
and lives in slime
and fills me up with sin

but it's overwhelming!

i can see a light that's growing
underneath my door
so, i turn the **** and open up...

just to close my eyes
*** it's overwhelming!

an empty house will fill a mind with mud!
kilo
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