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Sep 2012
a little cabin in the woods
packed our bags but left them there
driving back to pick them up
we pass some bears swimming
so we join them in the frolic
but they are not bears
no, no they are your parents
and they begin to eat me alive
and you simply sit and watched
Go get the car, please, get the car
****** hands on the steering wheel
we attempt our escape
but the roads are too icy
and the tires lose traction
I looked at you
you looked at me
we knew it was over

*and then I wake up
Alexis Martin
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