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Aug 2020
This ****** Machine
Just won’t stop running
No matter
What bolts I’ve loosened
Or wrenches
I’ve thrown into her
These worries
What ties you down
Your title
What money you make
Isn’t yours
They told you wrong
Johnny Dust
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   Bogdan Dragos
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