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Jan 2012
Don't call me luxury
The ants come hunting for you
out of these mounds
Your touch I crave
But if you call me luxury
To lay in my lap
I'll trip-latch the key
Call the red army
and collapse the underground.
Sean
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Sean
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   ---, Shashank Virkud and Raj Arumugam
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