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Feb 2016
just leave the dinner at the top of the stairs
it can't eat with the family
the cellar is where it belongs
it put itself there

and don't ever think you'll be forgiven
you will never bleed enough for that
we're talkin' bout lifetimes and limbs
*to pay for these sins
vinny
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vinny  Seattle WA
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