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Dec 2012
You disgust me
Your romantic tendency
Is worthless on this tounge
And your heart says swollen
But it's black as the pitch you roll in
Undecided and misguided
You torture her with words
The sweetest she's ever heard
And confused and refused
She lays her weights on me  
Her tears would blend with mine
If her's weren't thick and mine weren't fine
Robyn
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Robyn  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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