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Feb 2013
I slap my skin to let the poison set in.
My hand is in yours as I drag you with me.
Tomorrow comes today.
I have never been so afraid.
I hear grim whistling up from the hill.
I feel as though it's too late.
killing myself to be with you on this plastic beach.
this is bad. from my mind to the computer. Gorillaz inspired, yo
flynt
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flynt  Olympia, WA
(Olympia, WA)   
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