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Feb 2014
My words dribble, no, pool out,
as if I just had a shot of novacane,
and I have been numbed of all feeling.
But I know, this numbness will soon escape me,
and I will feel this hole I chewed through my lips,
and I will see the blood I spat on your face.
MST
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MST  Leipzig
(Leipzig)   
386
   Elizabeth
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