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Oct 2012
this is some kind of torture
I felt like Alex must have
when they had him strapped in]
and poored drugs in his eyes
and showed him images he had to learn to despise

but he didn't wanna learn
and neither do I

Lipstick
Cigarette
******* kisses  
In low light bars where the only witness
is your own **** conscience
and how she loves to tease
draws you down to your knees
before snarling her teeth.
Written by
Josh Harrison
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