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I'm in your sickly in-between, Catching bullets in slow motion For my metal meltdown correction collection Infection, discretion, direction And some other reason to re-build this Little Metronome in my Aching Chest. At which point, the author cut off his invisible tongue and returned to the silence from whence he came. [Oct. 4, 2011]
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Dec 21, 2011
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