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May 2014
Contoured, oblique, I'm a freak
What is it you seek, secret terrorist, anymore than the least?
You know all my skeletons, you know my ******
Don't play doppelganger on my checkered personality
Finding me under the smoke Inbetween cheap cigars
Prowling in between all the bottles, all those empty clanking sounds
Smoking out till my lungs expand and breath in some new air
Crowded in the foundation of how I think, that's when you were supposed to come along
But if I asked for it, the originality would melt away in the fragile density of a throng
          
I told you Red, the songs are not enough
You need another love in life
An S.O.S. - a significant others song to make your melody complete

And I told you Black, you've got great advice, but when are you going to intervene?
I said I'm ready for you Black,
Why are you always hiding in the dark?

I said, I said Red you'll never stop bleeding, I can't help you with that
You'll always be crass, it's part of you, Red
You're the brass chassis and I'm what holds true within, you're always gonna rust, but you'll never change the way you care, love, and trust

We're blood, Red, reputation precedes our feet
Everything's already happened
Why do we care
Here Zac, just take a seat

Why do you do this to me?
ZWS
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ZWS  29/M/Richmond, VA
(29/M/Richmond, VA)   
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