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Jan 2013
Sickly sticky sweet dribble
trickles from your lips.

A dog foaming at the mouth.
You want what you want
So why shouldn't you get it?
Even if it means the claws are coming out.

Disgusting fiends
***** bottom feeders.

Go back to the shadows whence you came,
And pray no more on the weak's shame.
Cadence Musick
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Cadence Musick
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   ---, Mike Fashé, R Julleitta and ---
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