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Nov 2012
scream
like steam, steam

(EEEEEEE)

it could be the day, for

once I do the thing

wrong thing, mess every-thing

for no-thing could be the right

thing

(AAAAAA)

like you knew, like you could

expand into blood, popping

temperature

but you hide, but you do-not (nā€™t)

sing, you do-no-thing

(OOOOO)
Shay Ruth
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Shay Ruth  Chicago, IL
(Chicago, IL)   
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