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Aug 2013
blood is what ties me to the bedpost
Out of my veins and knotted to the frame
It's the culture it's the history of another person another time and place
Nothing in my body is mine save for the face
But that's just 2 parts her and one part him
They say I even share my parents grin
Earth is a recycle bin
But we didn't ask who manufactured them
Z Atari
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Z Atari  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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