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Nov 2012
You come off as an absolute mystery
No past, no present, you've clearded your history
You wear your suit and cool demeanor
You've caught her eye, no plans to free her.

The light dims on your conversation
But on your face shines indignation
Brutal lover, no heart to break
Driven under make no mistake.
Experimental Habits
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Experimental Habits
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   topaz oreilly, --- and Sa Sa Ra
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