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Nov 2011
122. Recipe 11/20/11
Not enough money
And too many tomorrows
This
Is the recipe for an
Addict’s sorrows
Cough, spit, bleed
Sticky fingers lying
C.R.E.A.M., it seems
And I’m dying
Written by
ERR
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