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Jun 2013
Remote control me
'til i score.
No remorse. See
a pill, buy more.

Control irrelevant,
my soul is tore.
The only thing that greets the gore

with a state of well-being.
Piff? I hate such self-fleeting
memories.
A pain to see
but I need pills
'cause I can't sleep.

Remote control me with your fleet.
CM Vazquez
Written by
CM Vazquez  Manhattan
(Manhattan)   
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