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May 2014
Goodnight, sweet little *******.
Your innocence is going, and you'll hate the world the instant you wake up,
And you'll scream and want ***** so you can throw it all up to feel the burn in your nose
and in your throat
and in your mind,
and you'll wake with a new grater light to shine through your ***** windows, you'll buy yourself a
nice
new
car
with a
nice
new
woman,
you'll ride down Main Street, making loud noises and cursing
at men in suits
and women with babies
and children that they drag along behind them,
and you'll treat yourself like a god and eat what you want
and **** who you want
and no one will be able to touch you
ever
again.
Livi Bowie
Written by
Livi Bowie  Seattle
(Seattle)   
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