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Mar 2014
life*
the permanent primal scream
a terrible ******* dream
i see the flowers
but i can only feel the rain

too many of us out there are sane
too many of us here are (in)sane

i was microwaved
i've fallen down a deep bottomless cave
they don't think i'll be able to get out
i don't think i'll be able to get out
i don't think i want to get out
Broken Condom
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