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Nov 2012
As if it didn’t matter
Please, spit again
I’m all but flattered

I’ll pace
I’ll wretch
Let me turn inside out for you

Oh, the time you said we could meet
Didn’t work out it proved

Sweating bullets to clockwork
Let’s imbibe until we *****
Can’t handle myself
Let’s get this cleaned with comet

Screaming double standard
Please, return to your normal emotion
I’ll keep my cool
Rocking on this **** colored ocean.
M Clement
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M Clement  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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